by Annemart Berendse
At those moments I love, really love, to hand quilt. Behind my frame Alice, thinking about how she really fits into my living room and my life. Hand quilting is just like meditation, taking a break for a moment from all the buzz in the world.
No job, no children, nothing on my mind. No television, no breaking news, wars and fights. The newspaper with bad news ends up in the open fire and on the radio Jingle Bells, Rudolph and White Christmas.That's when I am at ease. Just me and my quilt, making stitch by stitch, in the pace of my hand and not my machine.
And then I am thinking about what to ask Santa.
I would like to ask for something very special but not expensive, Santa. Forget the fabric, the needles, the thimbles and the scissors. Santa, if you have some spare, do you have some Christmas time left? I would like to have a week or two. I will keep it till I really need it. Somewhere in February for example. I will use it well.