I'm a bit out of sorts, again. Blue comes home tomorrow for the summer. Twenty years old, finishing his sophomore year of college today, and next week he will start what looks to be a great summer internship/job at the Port of Seattle. While he's away I can imagine things are somewhat the same, but each time he returns it's clear that more and more he has his own life now. How it's supposed to be, I know, but still...
Indulging the melancholy, baby photos and his baby quilt were pulled out this morning.
This blanket was started in spring of 1997, and it was finished just before Blue began at the end of the summer. There had been a late miscarriage earlier in the year, and the following months were were full of longing.
It's hard to make out, but the quilting represents a spider web/dream catcher. The windows are filled with images of wishes- a blue bird, twilight forest, sailing boat... Also there are symbols that reminded me of the strong women in my life- berries for Grandma's jam, favorite flowers of friends...
This cloth was from Janie. It holds her, and a memory with my mom.
It was summertime, Mom was 28 and I was nine. We were sitting underneath a big willow tree with my siblings (7, 4 and one). She was looking up at the bent branches that reached nearly to the ground and surrounded us, telling us about a willow that she had loved when she was a child. She was so peaceful and happy while remembering that tree.
The back is made of sea and sky.
The whole thing was bound in starlight. The starry cloth was a Christmas gift from K., who never doubted that Blue would come. I named the quilt "Waiting, Wishing & Wanting". It holds a lot.
