The thing about tulips...

When I was in 3rd grade, my parents had a large rectangular hole dug in our front yard. I was so sure they were putting in a swimming pool just for me. I was a little disappointed to find out my mother had just decided to add a patch of tulips. They planted bulb after bulb and eventually a beautiful spot emerged that secured our community's yard of the month award. The newspaper came out. Mama and I had a picture made. She wore a skirt and long sleeved sweater. I wore a minnie mouse sweatsuit. We both looked pleased as punch.

Since my mom (who, by the way, was an excellent seamtress) passed away, I have always looked at tulips as a reminder of her. When my husband gave me my engagement ring, we were both surprised to realize that the filigree was, in fact, tulips. I felt like it was a sign that this was a good thing. When I was stressed about having a beautiful ceremony with a lack of funds a few days before my wedding, I walked into the wal-mart garden center and was greeted with pot after pot of white tulips marked down to 50 cents each. I snatched them up and made them wedding decorations. I carried a big bouquet of perfect white tulips that day.

Right now I am sewing a quilt that is very important to me. I'll share details later, but I knew it was going to be ok when I looked down in the midst of chain piecing and saw this:



(brown) tulips on one of the prints (Fandango by Kate Spain for Moda).

Have a wonderful day!