i love fabric. i collect it. i studied it and earned a degree in it. i like to think that my piles of fabric are provident living, but they may actually indicate an unhealthy obsession.
a few months ago a HUGE bag of fabric was dropped at my house. i'm always happy to receive fabric. but this was much more than i could use, and i was happy to know that i could share it with others. a few weeks ago gloria sat and ironed fabrics pieces that i really liked as i fished them out of the bag and added them to my piles of favorites. i found several large pieces of homespun plaids that i folded and set aside in their own pile, feeling that there was a special project they would be just right for.
a dear friend who has a strong desire to give her children homemade gifts this year as a way to simplify, focus on the savior, and stay within a budget wanted to make quilts. last week i offered a prayer that i would be able to help her fulfill this desire. a few hours later she showed up at my door to borrow a book and i asked her if she wanted to go through my HUGE bag of fabric. she wasn't finding quite what she was looking for.....and then i remembered the pile of homespuns. she wanted most of all to make a quilt for her son who is graduating from high school next month and going to college. the homespun plaids in blues, greens, and reds were perfect. we chose the largest piece as the backing, and started cutting strips of the others to make into 6 inch squares. we cut and cut and cut. she mentioned that she kept feeling impressed to make one for her 14 year old son too. but we were both sure there wouldn't be enough fabric. we decided to cut all we had, and then see how much more she needed to buy.
we counted all the strips, and to our amazement, we had EXACTLY the number of strips needed to make two quilts in the exact size she had chosen. next we measured the backing fabric....again it was exactly the amount needed, to the inch. and then we found a piece of plaid flannel that was just right for the backing of the second quilt. i couldn't believe it.
i felt god's love for this friend, and it was a sweet reminder that when we do as the lord has asked (this friend is one of the purest people that i know) that he provides for us. i know that this fabric was meant for her, perhaps even before she had decided to make these quilts. a small miracle that i was blessed to witness.
my 1930s to 1950s vintage feedsack collection.