Over five years in the making, stitches from quilters around the world, and cataloguing joys and losses, my Kindred Crosses quilt is a gift.
Grief is such a strangely empty, yet overwhelmingly present thing. Whatever it is, it is achingly universal.
Have you ever just needed a hug? I have. And, what better way to hug a quilter than by making them a quilt? This is that quilt’s story.
Every quilt has a story, and this quilt’s story began four years ago during the American football championship known as the Super Bowl.
The girl with the tired, puffy eyes sat staring out the window at the tiny cardboard sign. Four letters and five numbers. A name and a date. The sorrow and ache felt heavy
This quilt came to life as I mulled over this woman’s two cents in my heart. She didn’t compare herself to others or shrink back with insecurity.
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