I’m a maker of art. I always have been. Excluding folkdancing, I’m most happy when I’m working on a project. Since the onset of my husband’s dementia, I’ve found escape and solace in quilting and writing, with occasional forays into drawing.
Sometimes I coerce my husband into sewing a quilt project with me.
We made this quilt for dear friends in California.
After mailing that off, I took a couple of days to make placemats for a beekeeper we know.
And today I’ve returned to my big project, a king size quilt for our bedroom. I should ultimately have 94 fan blocks. I’m about halfway there. My workspace looks chaotic, but it’s really quite organized.
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These projects keep me feeling productive and give me focus and satisfaction, rather than wallowing in a caregiver’s emotional stew.
And it’s so much fun to surprise someone with a quilt.