Have you ever wandered around an antique mall or flea market and seen quilts that were just unloved and waiting for someone to 'save' them? You know the quilts I am referring to....they are a little ratty, have a few sugar stains, but have been hand-quilted and probably hand-pieced. They are hanging there with ridiculously low price tags on them because someone felt like they just weren't "perfect" anymore. That is my worst fear...that when I die, our six kids will deem my quilts unworthy and they will be in some flea market or garage sale for $25 a piece. :(
Well, there was a day in the shop.....picture HER...she is a size 0 and is wearing capris with heels. Her blonde ponytail dances off the side of her head. Her make-up is perfect. She seems perfect. Then, she opens her mouth... She has a quilt in tow that was HAND-PIECED by her GREAT GRANDMOTHER as a wedding gift to HER MOTHER. Now, this little trisket is maybe a few years younger than me, but boy, she had enough attitude for the both of us.
Trisket: I have this ratty, pink quilt that my great-grandmother made. Do you think I could get $25 for it at a yard sale?
Me: Sweetie, what you are holding there is a family heirloom. Don't you have a daughter or someone else in the family you can hand it down to?
Trisket: I decorate modern and so does my daughter. It doesn't go with anything we have. Frankly, it is a little too country for us.
She proceeds to go into the story how they already gave a couple others away at church, but that didn't want anyone to see how ratty this one was....
I explain how much work has gone into the quilt. It is hand-pieced and hand-quilted...two generations ago. What a momento for her family that her great-grandmother actually did all the work.
She proceeds to tell me all of the history of the quilt, yet she still isn't getting it.
By this time, *G*, one of my employees is keeping me from climbing over the counter and slapping Ms. Trisket around and knocking some sense into her. I end up paying the trisket for the quilt and sending on her way. We talked around the shop for days about how some sweet great-grandmother in heaven is smiling down on me for saving her quilt from Ms. Trisket.
Before I go on, this is the quilt:
No, it doesn't "go" with any room in my house. Yes, some places are a little ratty. Yes, there are some sugar spots. No, it will never be seen in a garage sale. She mostly stays folded up with a few friends that I have made. I get her out and fondle her. I think about the love and work that went into her. Then, I lovingly fold her up and put her away.
I tell our kids this story. My youngest son (Prodigal) lectures me when I am feeling low. He has said to me more than once...Mom, your quilts will not end up in yard sales. I will make sure we divide them all up and your grandchildren will pass them down.
Today's blessing.....no Trisket in MY family!