Morning all. I hope you are having a fantastic morning. I had weird dreams that involved a game show where you had to match colors to words and if you got it wrong you had to fight in some sort of cage match. Shortly before I woke up I got into a fight with the host because I didn’t see how the color purple related to tuna. I tried saying I would go along with blue for blue fin but not purple. He then told me it was his game show and he would do what he wanted. He was mad I refused the cage match. Apparently it wasn’t the done thing. Then I woke up. There is no point to that I just figured I would share since it is going to be bugging me for most of the day. Shall we jump into the morning prompt? Excellent.
I kind of like this. I’d have to look up quilting details as most off what I know comes from watching my grandmother when I was a kid, but I think it could be a fun mystery/treasure hunt of sorts.
Tuesday, June 4th: The pattern is unfamiliar.
The pattern is unfamiliar.” She looked over the quilt. That there was a pattern and that it was repeated in intricate detail was obvious. This was not some random design that someone slapped together with left over pieces. While Sarah suspected that like most quilts it was constructed from pieces left over from other projects, there was great care taken in it’s assembly.
The center sections were all composed of various browns and greens. The materials differed in pattern, but all had the near exact shades of brown and green that made them look almost as if they were originally one piece of cloth. The stitching was so fine and delicate that it was easy to dismiss it and think that it was indeed one piece of cloth.
“Old though,” Sarah mused as she studied it. In many places the cloth was worn thin, the pattern no longer distinct. Thee were missing stitches and a ripped section. The backing was partially removed and much of the filler was gone. Still the quilt was a thing of beauty and Sarah found the pattern interesting. It would take a great deal of work to repair the quilt but she thought it was a job worth doing.
“The first thing I’ll have to do is remove the backing and destroyed filler.” Both were easy to replace. The back was a simple panel of cloth stitched together to form a sheet big enough and the Willer appeared to be several layers of old folded sheets used to give the quilt extra padding. Sarah stretched out the quilt as it was and took several high definition photos of each panel. She would do the same once the backing and padding was removed and after she gently hand washed the top of the quilt. Then she would study the pattern in detail on the computer, playing around with the shadow and light so she could study details impossible to see with her eyes on the worn cloth.
“The pictures will also make it easier to research the strange pattern.”
As strange and unknown as the pattern was, there was something about it that niggled in the back of Sarah’s mind. She was certain that she had never seen anything like it before, but at the same time, there was something slightly familiar about it. “As though I have seen something similar.”
She shook off the notion as she set the camera to the side and picked up the quilt. There would be time to study the images later. For now she wanted to unpick the stitches holding on the backing and filler so she could gently wash the topper and use the remaining sunlight to let it dry in the fresh air. This was the last day the weather man predicted sun and with rain for the rest of the week, Sarah knew it would be her only chance to dry it outside instead of setting up the drying rack in the living room.
“The tumble dryer is not an option,” she told herself. She sat in her favorite chair, the quilt in her lap as she got to work.
Ten til Midnight 