I got chatting to Robin online today. Robin was one of my first friends in Holland. Her daughter was in the same class as The Little One and we pretty much bonded over quilting, and a shared indignation of the premature adultification of little children. Those two interests don't have a whole lot in common, but it was a pleasure and relief to meet someone else who also wasn't keen for her 7 year old son to attend a birthday party to watch Austin Powers.
Robin introduced me to lovely people. And until I found a full time job, we'd meet regularly to quilt. She credits me with teaching her. I didn't really. The pleasure I used to feel riding Giselle the Gazelle, her basket loaded with quilting goodies, up the road to Robin's house in Blaricum, past farms and quaint houses, is something that has never left me. When we finished the group, they gave me a lovely collection of William Morris fat quarters. I made notebook covers out of them.
Today I got a lightning update on her amazing daughter, about to start grad school to become a professor of biology. A doctor no less.
I keep up with Robin these days on FB. I see photos of her in her various guises, mostly as indefatigable amateur athlete. It's a cliche I know, but it is difficult to reconcile how much life has moved on. I told her about The Sensible Girl getting hitched.
So it got me nostalgic (even though it was only two and a half years ago!) for the quilt I made.
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| Over the kitchen dresser that The Little One rescued and renovated. |
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