Welcome!

"Antique Quilts are hugs from the past" They are my passion, fact is I AM A QUILT-A-HOLIC AND PROUD OF IT. If you want to e-mail me it is quiltladyIII@aol.com and please do leave a comment. Also check out my Flickr account - http://www.flickr.com/photos/delainegatelyquilts/

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Well my quilts are packed and ready to tavel

We are going to the Kitsap Quilters the 15th and I get to share my collection with kindred spirits what a great life I have.  I will be showing thirty quilts and then for fun I will show some of my own creations...Then on Saturday the 19th we will be at the Gig Harbor History Museum for a short talk at 1pm if you are in town please drop by.  After my talk I will be selling raffle tickets for the Gig Harbor Quilters Guild they have made the most beautiful quilt this year and I plan one winning this one for sure...Well I am not lucky so your chances are really good to win so come on down and buy a ticket you know it only takes one to win, but I will sell you as many as you want.  I hope to see many friends Saturday until then Be Happy.    The picture above is my last finished quilt I call it "Sunset on the Hood"  It has a green velvet binding and a row of beads on the botton.  The picture does not do it justice.
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston