On my way to the gym one recent morning I stopped by the church to drop off some items for their food bank. But as I was leaving I walked past the fellowship hall and happened to see a group of women gathering around a quilt in a frame. This must be the quilting circle which I had always heard about but had never seen — and I realized I knew most of them but I had no idea they were a part of that group.
So I went in for a minute to say hello and admire the quilt they were working on. But one thing led to another and I ended up staying for the rest of the morning to see if I could remember how to quilt. The women were great at making interesting conversation without ever missing a stitch and I really enjoyed working on the quilt with them.
A fun twist to an otherwise routine day with a group of talented, friendly quilters and a chance to try my hand, many, many years after my last attempt at quilting, at something unexpectedly fun.
I’m going to go back, but I’m going to practice first. Those tiny little stitches are just as hard as I remembered.