So, my wife, seamstress extraordinaire and specialty quilt
maker, is currently making me a quilt. Yep, no cobbler’s son syndrome here, I’m
getting my own quilt. She’s made dozens of quilts for many people but this one
will be mine! No, this isn’t the first time I’ve benefited from her sewing
skills, it’s not even the first quilt she’s made me, but this particular quilt
is very apropos. It’s a western/patriotic themed design with hats, guns, boots,
and flags. In other words, it’s me—in quilt form.
This past weekend, she was working on the quilt; multiple
sewing machines on the table, material scattered about the house, and pieces of
partially finished quilt here and there. When one of my grandchildren came in,
he glanced around and, apparently quite used to his grandma’s projects, asked
me, “Who is this one for?”
“Me,” I said, thinking he should have already known, since
she’s been working on it for a while.
The grandson gave me a strange look. “You don’t need a
quilt.”
“Why not? What do you suggest I use to stay warm?”
He shrugged. “You have a coat.”
True, I thought. (Strangely, it wasn’t that long ago that he
was concerned that I didn’t have a coat. Guess times have changed.) I almost
said to him that while I do have a coat, I don’t usually wear it in the house.
Except, I do, ’cause my wife is from Wisconsin and likes to keep the house
COLD. For years, my children and I gave her a hard time for running the air
conditioner in the winter. Incidentally, just in case anyone is wondering, it
is very efficient to do that; the house cools down quickly!
The kids have since moved on to a warmer climate—their own
houses—while I’m still here, freezing. But, as my grandson pointed out, I do
have a coat. And soon, I’ll have a brand new quilt too! ~
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