A good friend of mine uses ripening to describe herself, and other things, that need time to percolate. I thought that word was perfect to illustrate how the Tropical Pop quilt has finally been completed.
(Actually I washed it Monday, then set it on the top of the sofa, so technically it’s been done all week now….)
So, this morning, I had some decisions to make, about quilts and novels and cranberry sauce. The sauce will be made today, then frozen, until next week, when the hubby and I venture north to spend Thanksgiving with my folks. The novel, well, of course I mean The Hawk, the novel is still being read through, but now I have a plan for it, somewhat fiendish, if authors can be thusly termed, and at times we can, for how we torture our characters, as well as ourselves, in the process. As for the quilt….
I gazed at the Tropical Pop quilt, which I had yet to photograph. Once it’s been photographed, it’s truly in the proverbial can. But this week I’ve been so busy, and it actually rained here yesterday, precluding me from hanging it on the line. But today, well, today my husband comes home, today ends the week, and today I have more than a few inklings about what to do with that novel, with cranberry sauce, and yes, with a quilt. I also had a few items that could be cleaned, so I threw them, and the quilt, into the washer. Tropical Pop was getting a second laundering, whether it needed it or not.
When faith drives a person, regardless of its origin, life moves at a pace that often times is unexpected. It also moves in a manner that leaves the person a little out of the loop, until clear guidance is proffered. It doesn’t matter if it’s about quilts or books or cranberry sauce. Ripening of all these things occurs at varying rates, but can all fall on the same day. And that includes me too; I’m ripening from day to day, husband here or gone, rain or shine. Part of my changes are wrapped up in quilts, novels, and cooking. But those items evolve as well, and now that the quilt is out of the dryer and photographed, it’s ready to be delivered to my sister. As for the novel, I’ll get to that soon enough. Same for the cranberry sauce; I had to buy clementines, and will cook that up this afternoon, with some toasted walnuts added for crunchy good measure. Then it will sit in the freezer, ripening for a few days, before I serve it next Thursday.
Everything needs a little ripening now and again.
And that includes my godchild’s quilt top, which I finished yesterday, the binding too. Now that top adorns the quilt wall, well, it’s concealing the Christmas place mats, which are also ripening. I took this shot, because I liked how the shadow of the mini blinds projected onto the wall.
Are they foreshadowing something? I don’t know. But they make for a nice photograph, which is about all I can ask for, when shooting a quilt top. Not sure if that has any purpose in the ripening, other than aesthetically. Which is all the Tropical Pop quilt was doing this week on my sofa, ripening aesthetically so I could wash it again today, then write this somewhat silly post.
That too I take on faith. What other reason is there for all this tropical popping, cranberry saucing, novel blah blah blah nonsense? Not much, if you look at it rationally.
But, if you dare to read between the lines, ahhh…. What might be discerned from quilts and novels and cranberry sauce? I’ll leave that, for it’s ripening right before our eyes.