For those of you who ask to see my stories, here is a quick one for you.
Whenever I make a picture quilt for a new baby, I write a story to be read to the child snuggled under the quilt, using it as illustrations for the story.
My daughter Heather, asked me to make a quilt for her and George's sister-in-law who is due to have her baby in January.
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The Wise Old Cat and The Quilt
A bedtime story for Little Smith
One cold winter day a little boy was born. For now he was called Little Smith because his Mummy and Daddy had told no one what his name would be. It was a secret.
Little Smith was a very lucky baby. He had a Mummy and Daddy, Grandparents, Aunties and Uncles and a cousin who had all been waiting and waiting for him to come. Everyone was very excited.
Uncle George and Aunty Heather lived in a house with two fluffy cats. One night as they were talking about when Little Smith would be born, one of the cats lay listening in a chair and he heard Aunty Heather talking to the Quilt Lady. He remembered the Quilt Lady and purred quietly to himself that she would make a quilt for Little Smith.
The cat was old and wise but when he had been a tiny kitten he had gone to stay with the Quilt Lady while Uncle George and Aunty Heather had been away. She lived in a tiny house on the moors, surrounded by a lovely garden full of pretty flowers and butterflies. He and his brother would hide amongst the flowers and pounce the butterflies. They never caught one but oh what fun it was to run and pounce. They played and played in the garden and when he got tired he could go inside to sit with the Quilt Lady while she sewed her quilts. He would rest his head against her sewing machine and go to sleep listening to it purr as she worked. He learned a lot about quilts while he lay on the table watching her sew.
In fact, the wise old cat knew a lot of things. He knew when it was going to rain and to rush inside before he got wet. He knew when it was teatime. He knew about about numbers and didn’t like them at all. There is one and there is two and after that there is lots. He knew about words and he liked them a lot. He knew that the world was full of improbable people doing implausible things for imponderable reasons and succeeding only by coincidence unless they had consulted a cat. I told you he liked words! Ask Uncle George Little Smith and he will explain.
While he slept in his chair, the wise old cat floated in his dreams back to the Quilt Lady’s tiny house to make sure that she was making the quilt properly. He saw it laying out on the sewing table where she had left it while she ate her tea. He liked the colours, there were reds and greens and yellows. There were flowers and butterflies and it had cats on it, that was good. He walked across the quilt to see if it was soft enough. It was. He was very happy.
So, Little Smith, when you are tired or poorly wrap yourself up in your quilt and you will be safe and warm. And as you fall asleep, if you keep very very still and listen very carefully you might hear the soft purr of a wise old cat.
Whenever I make a picture quilt for a new baby, I write a story to be read to the child snuggled under the quilt, using it as illustrations for the story.
My daughter Heather, asked me to make a quilt for her and George's sister-in-law who is due to have her baby in January.
IMG_2551_web.jpg IMG_2552_web.jpg IMG_2553_web.jpg
The Wise Old Cat and The Quilt
A bedtime story for Little Smith
One cold winter day a little boy was born. For now he was called Little Smith because his Mummy and Daddy had told no one what his name would be. It was a secret.
Little Smith was a very lucky baby. He had a Mummy and Daddy, Grandparents, Aunties and Uncles and a cousin who had all been waiting and waiting for him to come. Everyone was very excited.
Uncle George and Aunty Heather lived in a house with two fluffy cats. One night as they were talking about when Little Smith would be born, one of the cats lay listening in a chair and he heard Aunty Heather talking to the Quilt Lady. He remembered the Quilt Lady and purred quietly to himself that she would make a quilt for Little Smith.
The cat was old and wise but when he had been a tiny kitten he had gone to stay with the Quilt Lady while Uncle George and Aunty Heather had been away. She lived in a tiny house on the moors, surrounded by a lovely garden full of pretty flowers and butterflies. He and his brother would hide amongst the flowers and pounce the butterflies. They never caught one but oh what fun it was to run and pounce. They played and played in the garden and when he got tired he could go inside to sit with the Quilt Lady while she sewed her quilts. He would rest his head against her sewing machine and go to sleep listening to it purr as she worked. He learned a lot about quilts while he lay on the table watching her sew.
In fact, the wise old cat knew a lot of things. He knew when it was going to rain and to rush inside before he got wet. He knew when it was teatime. He knew about about numbers and didn’t like them at all. There is one and there is two and after that there is lots. He knew about words and he liked them a lot. He knew that the world was full of improbable people doing implausible things for imponderable reasons and succeeding only by coincidence unless they had consulted a cat. I told you he liked words! Ask Uncle George Little Smith and he will explain.
While he slept in his chair, the wise old cat floated in his dreams back to the Quilt Lady’s tiny house to make sure that she was making the quilt properly. He saw it laying out on the sewing table where she had left it while she ate her tea. He liked the colours, there were reds and greens and yellows. There were flowers and butterflies and it had cats on it, that was good. He walked across the quilt to see if it was soft enough. It was. He was very happy.
So, Little Smith, when you are tired or poorly wrap yourself up in your quilt and you will be safe and warm. And as you fall asleep, if you keep very very still and listen very carefully you might hear the soft purr of a wise old cat.
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