Sunday, October 24, 2010

Quilting stories....Jamey's story

I discovered quilting earlier this year. I love it. I think about quilting when I'm running, walking or randomly bored. I plan out my future quilts and make sketches that I keep in a 3 ring bright pink binder marked Quilting and decorated in random smiley faces that my 3 year old drew all over it. Am I a huge dork?? Yes...yes I am! I proudly proclaim my dorkiness to all that will listen. I'm totally secure in it. One of the many reasons that I adore quilting so is that each quilt tells a story, you just have to look for it. They mark the arrival of sweet babies to the world and new marriages. They keep you warm, homemade quilts make you feel cozy, happy and at home (or they do me anyway!). They can be made out of just about anything, mistakes make them more uniquely your own (although the chick that taught my quilting class in April would disagree with me here!!! She was pretty precise and thought I ought to be as well! I'm not and I never will be. I just make a mistake and keep plodding along in the hopes that the end product isn't to big a mess!) I have about a million reasons that I love quilting but I 'm rambling on and on....

My fourth quilt is for my husband. He's extremely excited. He's unable to believe that I didn't give my first quilt to him, but it went to my gran-gran and she adores the silly thing! Making this quilt for him has made me think about all the reasons I adore this man who at times has a wardrobe that is as loud as he is not. These shirts that were "retired" (retired meaning that I forbad him to ever wear them again) serve as sort of a reminder of our relationship. I've gotten many a chuckle out of the additions to his wardrobe (most of which he found on ebay). One of the shirts that will serve as a border for his quilt he wore on our first real date. He had on this super tacky hawaiian style shirt and quietly thrust a bundle of flowers whose stems were wrapped in a Winn Dixie bag at me before he even greeting me. He just smiled and said "I didn't want your clothes to get wet..." I thought it was super sweet, his wardrobe was truly awful and I think I loved him that very second.

He's an awesome fellow, who puts up with plenty from me for sure. He loves expensive weird beer and appreciates a good cigar after a big steak. He loves tattoes and has an abundance of them. He has no shame in going all around town in sweat pants with holes in them and super hero t-shirts., regardless of where he's going or what he's doing...apparently they are appropriate to every situation! He hates to shave and refuses to do it when he's not working (and Uncle Sam says that he must shave before work). He doesn't talk much, but when he does it's usually worth listening to. He reads a lot and has his own ideas about most everything. He writes, paints and draws beautifully. He's probably one of the best dad's I know, even if his entrance into the world of fatherhood was unexpected and sort of sudden. He loves me for reasons unknown. Probably because I always fill the silence! He's not afraid to just be himself and that's one of the things that I truly love about him. I mean who else has enough confidence to wear a shirt that I nicknamed "the horsey shirt" (horsey shirt was not allowed to be sacrificed for this project, he loves it to much....)

Here is the first block of his Ugly shirt quilt. And here are some pictures of this fellow who I adore. I've spent 10 years of my life with this wonderful man and I'm looking forward to spending 60 more with him. He's awesome, fantastic and all things incredible...even if his wardrobe is a little unique...the 4 shirts pictured here are nicknamed "The spaceship shirt, Neon Polka dots vomited, The pimp shirt, and It's too ugly to have a nickname...."