I have to tell you this to tell you that. I was having an especially bad night during the planning of our last quilt show. It was going to be the first quilt show in history without any vendors and it was going to be my fault. Not only would they throw me out of the guild I would have to move to another town. That led me to how did I get myself into this in the first place (Judy asked me, nicely), why did I start quilting in the first place (my hands hurt too much to needlepoint) and somewhere down the trail of beating myself up I started thinking about cave drawings. Were they drawn because some woman had an overwhelming need like I do to be creative or was it a to do list for their mate because post it notes had not yet been invented. Personally I think it is a errand list. Since they had not developed numbers yet please follow the dots on the quilt:
- Gurg, I've gone shopping
- I saw a hat I just can't live without
- Please pick up something for dinner
- While you are out look at horses, ours has at least 100,000 miles on him
- Pick up the kids at your mother's cave
- About 5:30
- All of you wipe your feet and wash your hands, I spent all day cleaning the cave
- Does this make my butt look big?
Now for the back of the quilt. There are caves all over the world with nothing but hand prints, some dating they think as far back as 35,000 years ago. Here are four generations of my family, my uncle Vicki who passed away recently, myself, his great nephew Justin (my son) and the youngest member of our family great great nephew Hudson Black and his chubby little baby hand. I included the hands because we communicate with them more than we realize. Think about how much you say with your hands without uttering a word.