“Handprints”

When Evyn was 3, she thought she’d be sweet 

and write a love note on my featherweight. My 

first reaction was not as sweet. I was irritated. 

I learned a lesson that day.

Sometimes those moments become 

some of our most cherished.

I’ve had several women say to me that I could 

get the machine buffed and it would come out. 

But I don’t want it to come out now. Now it’s her “handprint” that I see almost daily and will for as long as I’m alive. She’s 9 now. One day (the Lordwilling) she will have children of her own and

they can see their momma’s work of art right

here on my machine.❤️

Last night, I was quilting OUR own quilt (which

Is unheard of) and Phillip came down to watch 

and talk. The thought occurred to me that this

could be one of those moments. He was 

apprehensive because he didn’t want to “mess it up”. That’s exactly what I wanted him to do. I 

wanted him to put his own “handprint” on it. I 

want to be able to lie under it 30 years from now and see the row that he did. 

These are the things I treasure...

Julie