A Test of Sheer Will and Determination

Most weekends Great Marsh Park is a peaceful oasis along the Choptank River in Cambridge, Maryland. But on the second Sunday in June, the park is transformed into the home base for the Ironman Eagleman 70.3 Triathlon.  Such was the case this past Sunday.

Almost 2000 athimg_1847letes from 40 states and 53 countries descended on this sleepy little town to participate in this 70.3 mile race that tests an athlete’s endurance, strength and mostly sheer determination to complete this monumental fete.

Few will win, both overall and age group awards. Most are doing it for the satisfaction of knowing they can.

They were accompanied by coaches, trainers, and countless friends and family there to support their athlete.

The Pros began the race 15 minutes ahead of the amateurs, starting with a 1.2 mile swim in the 73.2 degree Choptank River. Since the water temperature on this day was 75.2, below the 76.1 max temperature, wetsuits are allowed. Aimg_1845thletes could still wear wetsuits when the temperature was between 76.2 and 83.9, but their results would not show on the leaderboard. When water temperatures are 84 and above, no wetsuits are allowed/needed because it would be too hot. The start is staggered so that all 2000 swimmers are not on the course at the same time. That would be a nightmare for the many lifeguards surrounding the 1.2 mile rectangular course.

Coming out of the water, athletes immediately began peeling off the restrictive suit, with the help of volunteers. Speed is of the essence so athletes welcome the help. They moved on to Transition 1 whimg_1867.jpgere they got ready for the bike portion on the race. Speed in Transition is critical because it counts in an athlete’s overall time. Many practice transitions to increase speed and have a routine worked out. Transition 1 from swim to bike entailed putting on shoes (which many already have clipped on their bike pedals), helmets, timing belts, and sunglasses. This may look like a teenager’s bedroom, but each athlete knows exactly where everything is!

img_1840Then they were off on a 56-mile ride through the Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge. This particular course is relatively flat, allowing for faster speeds. As they traversed the course there were volunteers spaced ready to hand out water or gel packs (pure energy boosters) to keep the cyclists hydrated and energized. An athlete could burn over 4,000 calories in this race, so hydration and nutrition were key. Unlike your everyday cyclist, many of these bikes didn’t always have water bottles on them. Added weight meant a slower time. One interesting fact I learned about this race was that you could only dispose of trash 50-75 yards before and after a rest stop or risk a 30-second penalty. Precious seconds you didn’t want to lose by littering.

There were race marshals throughout the course making sure there was no littering, and also no drafting off of another rider, giving the rider in the back in unfair advantage. This was also cause for a penalty.

After the 1.2 mile swim and 56 img_1861-e1528842263443.jpgmile ride, athletes returned to Transition again. Once they hit the transition area they exited the bike and ran/walked with their bike down the long passageway into Transition to get ready for the run. After returning their bike to their rack, they removed whatever equipment needed for the ride, and put on running equipment. This could include socks, shoes, sunglasses, hat, handheld water bottle, and whatever else they thought they’d need. They also made sure they had their racing number facing forward around their waist (a mandatory rule) and headed out onto the running course.

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They headed out onto the 13.1 mile course. By now, many were just continuing on sheer determination. They knew they had trained as best they could before even attempting such a race. I admired the determined spirit I saw on the faces headed out onto the run course. They’d made it 57.2 miles, so surely they can do the last 13.1!

There were water/nutrition stations every mile on the run course to help the athletes stay as hydrated as possible, and as with the bike, the littering rules applied here.

img_1879.jpgThe top finishers had crossed the finish line long before the amateurs. As some of the amateurs made their way into Transition 2 for the run, they could surely hear the medals being awarded for the top spots. But for these athletes, it wasn’t about first, second or even third, it was about competing and turning the corner and seeing this glorious red carpet. These athletes knew they’d most likely never be the fastest. That wasn’t why many of them were there. It was because they loved the sport. I watched many of them come across the line like they had won. And, you know, they did, because they finished. The joy, and relief, was palpable at the finish line.

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You couldn’t help but be inspired by the “everyday athletes” who had proven that, indeed, anything IS possible. They’d spent countless hours training in the pool, on the bike, and running to accomplish their goal of saying “I completed the Eagleman 70.3!”

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You may ask why I wrote about this race since I’m a romance author and the rambling quilter. Well, I’m proud to say that I’m also the mother of an Eagleman 70.3 finisher! His first, of many I’m sure, and he came in 9th in his age group and 87th overall.

Jennifer Skinnell is the author of the Hope Springs Romance Series now available on Amazon. Check out http://www.jenniferskinnellquilting.wordpress.com for all the details!

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It’s May Folks!

It’s May!! If you’re like me you thought this month would never come. Winter seemed to go on forever this year, but it’s finally May.

Of course here in Northern Virginia May is supposed to be spring. A time for flowers to start blooming, leaves to grow larger on the trees, and time to enjoy a peaceful afternoon outside. Usually.

Not this year! We skipped spring and are enduring three days of 90 degree heat! But we are assured that spring will return by the weekend.  Not that anyone is complaining, since March, and some of April, were quite brutal.

So I’ll set out here on my deck and enjoy the sounds of spring. You know, like birds chirping, lawns being mowed, trucks beeping as they back up, tires screeching on the road because someone inevitably isn’t paying attention to the traffic, sirens on the highway, and planes taking off and landing from the airport five minutes away.

I’ll make sure I’ve had my allergy medication, because my area of the country is known for it’s high concentration of pollen. I’ll be sure to spray my shoes, and the rest of me, with tick repellent, because we have those in abundance also. And I’ll wear my sun glasses, hat and sunscreen to protect against the dangers of the sun.

But I’ll enjoy every minute of it, because it will be winter again before we know it!

Just the thoughts of this rambling quilter.

Jennifer Skinnell is the author of the Hope Springs Romance Series on Amazon. Check out http://www.jenniferskinnellquilting.wordpress.com for all the details

 

 

The Winds of Compassion and Understanding are Blowing In

This morning, as I look out my office window, the trees are swaying in the wind that continues to blow with a force that shakes the lamppost. Yet, fortunately, the trees are still standing. God has made them strong enough to withstand constant swaying. Now, I know there are some trees that have given in to the force of the wind, and toppled over, but most are still standing.

I find this an interesting metaphor for a lot that has been happening lately. We are constantly getting hit with the force of the winds we see and hear every day, and yet, we are still standing. There are so many forces at work trying to get us to bend one way or another until we finally just snap and fall to the ground. It is up to us to remain strong, as God intended, and keep on going. It is up to us to let the bad blow right by and latch on to the good, letting it nurture us and make us stronger.

And on this cold March morning, I am encouraged by the buds I see on these trees. As the trees are continuing to take nutrients from the soil to grow stronger, so must we. The signs of a new spring are on the trees and under them in the new flowers sprouting up from the earth. It is up to us to get up every day, first thanking the Lord for another day, and then spending the rest of the day showing him our appreciation for everything He provides. Because in these times of uncertainty, we know that He will be there helping us through every gust of wind we encounter.

We may not always agree with our neighbors, friends, and sometimes even relatives. But we do have an obligation to God to show each other compassion and understanding.

Just the thoughts of this rambling quilter.  

Jennifer Skinnell is the author of the Hope Springs Romance Series on Amazon. Check out http://www.jenniferskinnellquilting.wordpress.com for all the details

 

No Pain, No Gain

We’ve all heard the expression “No pain, no gain”. Never really thought about it until I broke my shoulder seven weeks ago. Now I’m in the middle of twelve weeks of physical therapy, and now I get it! I’m sitting here with heat on my shoulder, after having my wonderful therapist push, pull, and generally torture my shoulder into submission.

I managed to trip on a curb on November 10 and land squarely on my right shoulder. And, of course, I’m right handed. Fortunately everything was still in place and I didn’t need surgery. But the two weeks spent with my right arm in a sling, totally immobile, left all my muscles and joints immobile as well. This also meant no quilting or sewing for Christmas. I became one of the many who did their Christmas shopping on line.

I had my first book signing scheduled for December 9, and luckily I was a little more mobile so I could sign my name. As the weeks have gone on, I have set and made various goals for my recovery. The biggest being driving again! Freedom!

And this week my goal was to get back in my happy place, aka my sewing studio. Accomplished that one too!

Today the doctor said it’s time to start working the muscles harder since the bone is completely healed. And as I sit here I realize the pain intensity level has also increased! I was so proud of the fact that I didn’t need pain meds anymore. Wrong! I’ll be taking that extra strength Tylenol willingly from now on!

But I’m not whining because I know it could have been worse, and I will be good as new soon. Hey, I made it 54 1/2 year’s without breaking a bone. I’m doing pretty darn good!

I also know that my wonderful husband is so happy that I’m healing so he doesn’t have to be my Mrs. Doubtfire anymore!!

I just keep saying physical therapy is my friend 😀. But heat and/or ice after is my better friend😂.

Happy New Year everyone!

Author of the Hope Springs Romance Series on Amazon. Check out http://www.jenniferskinnellquilting.wordpress.com for all the details.

The Birth of a Romance Series

I’ve often been asked how I came up with the characters, setting, and town name for my Hope Springs Romance series. Thought I’d better tell you how.

I’d been kicking around the idea of writing a romance novel for the better part of the past 25 years, but couldn’t seem to come up with a concept I could relate to and put my heart and soul into. Then in January of 2016 a concept began to form in my brain. I knew I wanted to make it a series of books about a group of women who did something but I wasn’t sure what, exactly. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that this group would be of all different ages, and at different phases of life. I knew the matriarch of the group had to be someone who was strong and independent, but so very compationate and approachable to help the women of the group with the problems and struggles they would wrestle with in each book. I am fortunate to know someone like that in real life, and am so very grateful she let me portray her as Rosie.

When it came time to come up with just what these women would be doing as a group, I had to look no further than my own personal hobby. While I don’t hand quilt now, I do remember going to my grandma’s house (who just happens to be Myrtle in the series), where she would have a large quilting frame set up in her dining room. I didn’t spend a lot of time quilting with her, but I do remember a few stitches. (Of course, now I’m kicking myself for not having spent more time around her quilting frame.) My group of ladies make up the Advice Quilting Bee, and Rosie’s Quilting Emporium is where they meet.

As for the rest of the characters, they are straight out of my imagination. I spent a lot of hours using a software program called Snowflake Pro to create the women who make up the Advice Quilting Bee, as well as the men who are a part of their lives. This program helped me get organized in a way that I couldn’t have on my own, by allowing me to build all the characteristics, habits, features, etc of each person. Once I was able to put information about a character in this program, I could move on without fear of forgetting something.

The name of the town, Hope Springs, took a little while to create. I knew I wanted the town to be in Virginia, and I wanted it to be small. Once I came up with the concept of strong, independent women finding love in the town, I wanted the name to reflect a certain feeling. Then the old adage, hope springs eternal, came to mind. Some of the women come to town, having left an unpleasant situation behind, and are looking for something better in the small town. Thus the name, Hope Springs. I googled it to make sure there wasn’t already one in the state of Virginia, and luckily there wasn’t.

Once I had the characters and the town name, I had to come up with the town. This is the more ironic part of the story. I had a vision in my head of the town I wanted to create, but was struggling with how to describe it for the reader to visualize. In April of last year, my husband, son and I went to a small town in North Carolina for them to ride the spring ride for Cycle North Carolina. It’s a three-day bicycle ride that begins and ends each day in the same small town. They rode, and I shopped! I also continued working on my character concepts.

As we were pulling into this small town, I began looking around and realized that this was the town that was in my head! Edenton, North Carolina was the living, breathing version of Hope Springs, Virginia! I immediately began snapping pictures of everything so I wouldn’t forget even the smallest detail. And, while the overall layout of Edenton and Hope Springs are similar, not everything is the same. Edenton is on the water, and Hope Springs is in the foothills of the mountains in Virginia wine country. Hope Springs, believe it our not, is smaller than Edenton, with not as many shops and restaurants.

But one building is the same. On the cover of my first novel, One Sweet Development, is a beautiful old building. For me it is Rosie’s Quilting Emporium, but in reality it is the J. H. Leary building, built in 1894, and is home to the town’s newspaper, The Town Herald. But it was the perfect storefront for Rosie’s. I took the photo while we were there, hoping to somehow describe it for my readers.

As I was finishing up One Sweet Development, I needed a cover. It was then that I went back to the photos I’d taken and realized that the J. H. Leary storefront was perfect. Fortunately for me, the owner, Al Chesson, gave me permission to use my photo as the cover.

As for the titles. Well, the first one is about a baker and a real estate developer, thus “One Sweet Development”. As for the second, it is about a doctor and his nurse, and his need for patience with her, so “Patience For Love” seemed fitting. Stay tuned for the next installment!

Both books are now available on Amazon.com. Check out www.amazon.com/author/jenniferskinnell for all the details.

 

 

 

It’s All About The Memories!

Today is my 54th birthday! Upon reflection of the last 54 years, I can’t help but think about how times have changed. Indulge me while I ponder.

Growing up in the country in Ohio, I fondly remember camping out in the back yard with my brother and neighbors. No tent needed, we used blankets and poles to make our tents. We made camp fires in the back yard, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, on the same stick. I’m sure there’s some health code violation about that now. We did this for many summers, until the night the neighbor kid somehow managed to fling fire onto our “tent” and burn it down. This memory sticks in my brain, not for the fire, but for how another neighbor came running to put the fire out with a screwdriver. Not sure how Craftsman was going to extinguish the fire!

I remember our dad bringing home mini-bikes for us to ride around in the vacant lot next door. These were smaller motorcycles for kids. No helmets, just lots of fun. We’d ride them until we ran out of gas, or it got dark, whichever came first. And speaking of helmets, my brother and I used to ride our bicycles to the nearest town to get hot fudge sundaes. Our road was a two-lane state highway, with a 55 mph speed limit. But we rode anyway, and no one even knew what a bike helmet was. We survived. If you’ve read my blog in the past you know that my husband and I are avid cyclists, and we wouldn’t dream of riding our bikes without helmets today.

Some of my fondest memories growing up were the many baseball games we had in the vacant field. We had enough kids in our neighborhood to have two teams. We’d play until we couldn’t see the ball anymore. Then we’d move to the cornfield behind our house and play tag. We loved running through the cornfield. If we didn’t have enough for baseball, we’d play foursquare on our driveway. We had tournaments and all. Mom or dad would turn on the outside lights so we could see.

I remember our phone being attached to the wall! Unheard of now, but we also had a party line with eight other families. If you wanted to make a call, you had to wait for the neighbor to hang up. This was ok, until the night I broke up with my boyfriend over the phone. Unfortunately, the neighbor’s house caught fire, and my boyfriend wouldn’t hang up so we could call the fire department. He soon did, the fire department came, and the next day my dad switched us to a semi-private line!

Water bottles were unheard of back then. Everyone would take turns drinking from the hose. Yep, that’s right, the hose. And we all survived. It was a real treat when one of the moms would make a pitcher of Kool-Aid for all the kids to share. We didn’t have cases of bottled water or Gatorade in the garage. We also didn’t have seatbelts in cars, and I distinctly remember a rear-facing back seat in our station wagon. Of course, I could never use it because I would get car sick. To this day, I have to sit facing forward, even on the metro train, or risk getting sick.

Until they finally had garbage pickup at our house, I remember my dad bringing home an empty 55-gallon drum and putting it at the back of our property. That’s where we’d burn our garbage. Everyone did it. I also remember one of our neighbors deciding it would be a good idea to burn an old tire in his. Not such a good idea! It burned for days.

Sunscreen was an option, not mandatory for going out in the sun. The day of my aunt’s wedding, my neighbor and I decided to lay out for an hour covered in baby oil. Yep, I fried like a piece of bacon. My dress for the wedding was a long scratchy number. Not my best decision. The next day my legs swelled up, and one of my aunts said the best way to relieve a sunburn was to put vinegar on it. Again, not the best decision! Hurt like XXXX!

I remember my dad bringing home our first microwave. It was huge in size and event! The first thing we cooked was a frozen hamburger patty. We also didn’t have central air in our house. It was called opening windows and hoping for a breeze. Fans helped at night, but I don’t remember it being as hot during the summer as it is now. You can reach your own politically-charged conclusion as to why that is. I’m not going there.

There was no cable television. We had NBC, ABC, CBS and PBS. If we were lucky and the antenna was turned just right, we’d pick up other local channels. No remotes back then. If you wanted to change the channel, you had to get up and go to the tv and change it yourself. We had a CB radio in the house and a huge antenna on a tower attached to the house. The antenna would turn 360 degrees so we could talk to people all over. We used this in place of a phone to talk to our friends. I remember my dad getting us an Atari video game player. We thought we’d died and gone to heaven.

Wow, how times have changed! Technology has made things easier. For example, I’m typing this on my laptop on my rental condo balcony overlooking the ocean. I’m going to upload it to my blog and instantly send it over the wifi.  Back in the day, I would have written an article for a newspaper, typed  it on a manual  typewriter, driven to the newspaper office, and used typesetting to get it in the paper.

And while technology has made things easier, sometimes I think about how much simpler life was back then. However, I will be the first to admit that I love being able to call long distance without worrying about the cost, text my children and friends, and type on a laptop instead of a typewriter. Most of all, I love facetiming with my grandson!

It’s not so much about the stuff, it’s about the memories. Enjoy your day!

Check out my novel, One Sweet Development, currently available on amazon.com.

And now, the rest of the year!

If you’ve read my previous posts, you know that 2016 was not my best year. It started with the passing of our beloved dog, Woody,  and continued with the unexpected passing of my Aunt Jetta (see Don’t Ignore God’s Nudge). Then the passing of my stepfather in October after an 8 year battle with Alzheimer’s (God’s Unconditional Love Is On Display Every Day) rounded out the year. But in the midst of it all, we had the joyful news that my daughter was expecting our first grandchild and our son would be getting married (all in 2017).

So the first half of 2017 has brought us great joy. Our grandson, August, was born in March, and as my previous post, My Son is Getting Married Today, described we have now expanded our family to include a daughter-in-law as well. We are truly blessed.

And as for me, I have also reached some pretty terrific milestones. In April, I ran my first, and because my knees can’t take another, my only 5K! But I did it, and that’s what counts. I’ll now go back to walking quickly with no regrets. As I’ve been told by physicians, friends, and countless others, it’s the fact that I’m moving that counts. So I’ll stick to walking and bicycling for now. I am, however, going to be doing a yoga class with one of my best friends starting in July. By admission, I am one of the least flexible people on the planet, so maybe this will help.

In May, I reached one of my most proud milestones. I published my first novel (see My First Novel)! I’ve been asked if I’ve always wanted to be a writer, and the answer is yes, since I was in high school back in 1979. But I really never knew how to go about it. But thanks to a wonderfully supportive family, I finally accomplished a huge goal. And because I’m self-published and have to market myself, you can find my novel, One Sweet Development, by visiting my author page at http://www.amazon.com/author/jenniferskinnell. Or you can go to my website: http://www.jenniferskinnellquilting.wordpress.com and click on the book link to order.

While you’re at my website, you’ll see another great passion of mine – quilting. In addition to writing, God has also given me the gift of helping clients preserve their memories through quilts. I’m so glad to be able to use God’s gift for this purpose.

So now, what to do with the rest of 2017. Well, I’m going to continue my gift of quilting and helping people preserve their memories. I’m going to spoil my grandson like crazy! And I’m working on the sequel to my first novel. It will be part of the Hope Springs Romance Series, and my goal is to have it available on Amazon in September. I’m really enjoying creating a small town full of wonderful and wacky folks, some based on wonderfully strong women in my life, and some I’ve created out of my vivid imagination. And I’m happy to say it is a contemporary romantic comedy, under the “clean and wholesome” catagory. G-rated for sure!

Bring on the rest of 2017, Lord, because I’m ready.

 

My Son is Getting Married Today

As I sit here having my recovery coffee from a night of celebration with the wedding party, I can’t help but reflect on the past 24 years. The Lord blessed my husband and I with two terrific children. Our daughter was married two years ago and blessed us with our first grandchild in March. And now our son is married his high school sweetheart. 

They actually began their relationship 21 years ago in Sunday School class. But it wouldn’t be until their senior year of high school before the Lord brought them together by way of their youth pastor and boy telling her they needed a date for homecoming. And here we are today.

By way of these two wonderful people the Lord has brought together to families who will surround them with all the love, support, and prayers to last a lifetime.

As is always the case we pray that our children will grow up to be happy and healthy. Such is the case in our family. Today will be a day of reflection and also a day to celebrate and look forward.

Brian, you have blessed us with so many wonderful memories and we know you and Elizabeth will bless us with so many more. 

Have a blessed wedding day! 

Riding the Indian Head Rail Trail

My husband and I love to ride the converted railroad trails, and this weekend we chose the Indian head Rail Trail. Our son was competing in a triathlon in Smallwood State Park in Indian Head, Maryland, so we decided to make a day of it. The weather was perfect for riding, partly sunny and in the low 70s. However, as we soon found out we were riding into a headwind. And I’m not a fan in riding into the wind!

 

DSCN4239The entire 13 mile trail is paved and very wide. Since we were going in the afternoon, it wasn’t too crowded, however I’m sure that wouldn’t have been the case if we’d started in the morning. We passed many cyclists going the other direction when we started. From Indian Head the trail is a gradual incline toward the end in White Plains. Along the way, you pass by some really pretty scenery and wetlands. As I have found from our many other rides, and if you’ve read my blog post Cross That Bridge When You Come To It, you’ll know that I’m not much for inclines, boring scenery or wind. So I was really happy there were lots of backyards, creatures, and various other views to keep my mind off the fact that we were going uphill. But, really, the incline is only a degree or two.

img_0005When we reached the end of our 13 mile slight incline, it was time to stop for lunch. We had packed the usual PB & J and chips, and were pleasantly surprised that when you reach the end of this trail at White Plains, there is a train depot, restrooms (not port-o-potties), water to refill if needed, and a nice picnic area. After a nice rest, we snapped a few pics before heading back to Indian Head.

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This was a cool windmill made from a bicycle in the top of the rest area.

 

 

 

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This beautiful mural depicts the trail and scenery along the way.

 

 

 

We of course had to get a picture with the caboose!

DSCN4247Once we were done taking selfies, it was time to head “downhill” back to Indian Head. Ok, maybe one more selfie!

The wind, indeed was at our back, and it was more downhill. However, I expected to coast back to Indian Head. Not the case. Still had to peddle. But it was easier than going the other direction. In fact, it was about 10 minutes shorter. Not much, in the grand scheme of things, but oh well.

All in all, it was a beautiful, relaxing ride that I would highly recommend if you ever find yourself in Indian Head, Maryland with your bicycle.

Oh, as for my son’s triathlon. He finished 9th overall and 1st in his age group!

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If you’d like more info on the Indian Head Rail Trail, here’s the link: https://www.traillink.com/trail/indian-head-rail-trail/.

Thanks for reading!

Check out my new book on Amazon entitled One Sweet Development about a wonderful group of women in a small town who also have a love of quilting. Go to Amazon.com/author/jenniferskinnell for all the details! Love and Happy Reading!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quilts for a Lifetime

I’ve done many quilts in the past few years to help clients preserve their memories. It’s what I love to do. As I was completing three projects in the past couple of months, I realized how these particular gifts actually were for three important stages of life, but for three different people. Let me explain.

The first was a prayer drape I made for my future daughter-in-law. She is a lovely girl, and we are so excited she and our son will be getting married in June. I wanted to make something special for them to remember their special day. I was thrilled to find this pattern, which I modified with the embroidery in the heart and a special bible verse on the back.

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The second was a baby quilt. My client, who is also my Aunt Jeanie, asked me to make a quilt for her daughter that was similar to a dinosaur quilt I had made last year. Her daughter, however loved scottie dogs, so we switched the dinosaurs for scottie dogs. Whe I asked her the colors, she explained that her daughter wasn’t actually pregnant yet, and this would be a gift for future grandchildren. We opted for the primary colors you see here.

As I was working my way through the quilt, Aunt Jeanie emailed me to check on the progress. She said that she would, unfortunately, be going into hospice care soon, and wanted to having the quilt to give to her daughter before then. I had no idea this was happening and the reason behind this special gift. Luckily I was able to get the quilt completed in time. She also wanted me to know her daughter had had a puppy quilt as a small child and loved it so much, she literally loved it to pieces. Aunt Jeanie wanted a puppy quilt for her to give to her future children. Such a precious gift.

 

 

 

The final quilt was for a client who wanted a special quilt for her mom for Mother’s Day. She brought me a bag with 3 shirts (2 flannel and 1 cotton), 3 t-shirts (1 camo), 1 sweatshirt, 2 hats, 1 Army P-coat, and 1 tie. These were items she had remembered her father wearing, and she saved them after he passed away two years ago. She asked if I could somehow turn them into a quilt. Of course, I said yes! Here is the result. See if you can find all the items listed above.

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Here is a close-up of the middle where I used the two hats, p-coat name and rank that were stamped on the inside of the jacket, and tie.

 

 

 

There are so many ways to keep memories and traditions alive, and to create new ones. It was my pleasure to work on these three special projects. Knowing these will live on in future generations is one of the many reasons I do what I do.

Thanks for reading!

Check out my new book on Amazon entitled One Sweet Development about a wonderful group of women in a small town who also have a love of quilting. Go to Amazon.com/author/jenniferskinnell for all the details! Love and Happy Reading!