It is only two weeks until my little Dubai family come home. I am trying very hard to finish all my butterfly projects. And there really are a lot. I just want to make life easy and stress free . Dry weather would help. Walks to the river with a packed breakfast will make it special. The cookery books wil be out. Favourite recipes chosen. Just special times. Family times.
William's quilt will be on his bed and I consider myself so lucky to have the most special friends. A friend who helped me make the quilt. And another lovely friend who loves books and art more than anything else in the world.
I got up fairly late this morning and waiting in my inbox was this great poem. A monster poem. A perfect poem. I really can not wait to read it to Willaim when he is snuggled up under his quilt. My friend had been following my quilting progress and wanted to help with the last story book part . I love this so much.
THE MONSTER PARTY
Lots of little monsters were having so much fun
Jumping on the bed with a big sticky bun,
Along came William in his wellies and his hat
And said very sternly "Now stop all that!
You're making such a mess of my new bedspread
I think you should all go outside instead!"
All the little monsters hung their heads in shame
And sorrowfully said "It was just a game
We didn't really mean to make such a to do
We promise we'll clean it all up for you."
Later that night getting ready for bed
William peeped round his door and in astonishment said
"Grandma look! my quilt, it's so soft and so clean
As if a monster party there never has been!"
Grandma smiled as she whispered"Things aren't always what they seem
Perhaps it was just a lovely fun dream."
William sighed as he snuggled and settled to sleep,
"Grandma, I love all my monsters and forever will keep."
This quilt has become so much more than pieces of material.