Tuesday, December 11, 2012

This is the sum total of second-grade angst.

You might remember that during my first classroom visit, I asked the class about the kind of message we could inscribe onto our quilt, a message that related to their chosen feelings of love, joy and happiness.

During my second classroom visit, I had the kids write brief sentences on scrap paper. I collected those pieces of paper and placed them in my supplies bag. Later that evening, I pulled them out. Here are some of the first phrases I read:

Love, no war.

If there’s no people, there will be no love.

No mom or dad, no love,

No kids, no friends.

The earth can’t live without love.


Whoa. These kids hit the intensity out of the ballpark. While a message about zero population, isolation and loneliness wouldn’t work on a quilt intended to give love, joy and happiness to its recipient, it makes for a good song.

And just to be fair (and to even-out those weighty thoughts), I also received these:


Be happy.

Exploding love.

Be grateful for joy.

Love your life.

Thank you earth.

We love you, earth.


However, out of the remaining phrases, I found a common theme. And it had nothing to do with love, joy and happiness. It was something more concrete. Those wrinkled pieces of paper spoke about sleep (after all, we’re making a quilt). 

I didn’t have to do much. I just typed those sentences into the computer and read them aloud. And wouldn’t you know: those kids had created a group poem. It wasn’t short. It would require more work than I had intended. But it followed along beautifully with the teacher’s lesson on magical phrases and free verse. And if I was going to get it just right, I needed six more words. No more, no less. 

Two girls were willing to help find those final thoughts. One girl repeated, “Happy Earth Day!” over and over until I finally jotted it down on my pad of paper. The other girl became so excited, she practically shouted, “I sleep with my quilt! My quilt makes me tired! It is night with my quilt!”

In the end, we captured those six words to complete our group poem. And here’s what our quilt is going to say:


Good night.

I love life.

I love light.

Good night up above,

It is night.

Stars give us light.

Good dreams,

My nice night.

With my dream quilt, 

I fly.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Daddy Long Legs


In making this first quilt of ours, the lingo sometimes gets scrambled and turned upside-down. Apparently, we've been working on the border, not the sashing this entire time. Who knew? Well, now I do.

And the border (ahem) is finally completed!

It took a team effort. I required a lot of denim. And little kid jeans would not do (have you ever held up a pair of child-sized skinny jeans??? The amount of fabric in one leg is adequate enough to make a bookmark). No, I needed the real deal. The manly stuff. Dads who are big and tall.

It took seven pairs of men's jeans--tall men--to cull enough denim for our quilt's border. And with the help of one mom who cut them up and six kids who worked the sewing machine, we got that border stitched together in no time.














Oh, and let's not forget the one little sister who insisted on helping, too.




Monday, December 3, 2012

Batty

Okay, what do you get when you bring into the classroom the fluffy organic cotton batting for a quilt and pull it out for the kids to see?



Crazy kids!

(Not to be confused with a crazy quilt.)

Friday, November 30, 2012

Stars on Thars



Want to meet the makers of those fabulous stars? Let's take a tour...

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