Quilting for the Mob
In my dream there was a little girl who was a wild thing! No one could get her to sit still and behave. The mother was frantic. The grandmother was concerned and all the aunts and cousins tut tutted.
I said, "let her sit with me and I'll teach her to quilt."
The little girl smiled so big and snuggled up on my lap.
The mother sighed a big sigh of relief.
The grandmother looked at me and nodded in sage agreement.
And I wondered why I thought sharp needles and scissors were the cure for wildness.
Then I dreamed of finding stacks and stacks of fabric squares just 2 and a half inches by 2 and a half inches. They were beautiful colors and perfect for hand quilting.
Then I dreamed I went to an apartment owned by a crime boss and I broke in to it so I could sew. The crime boss was away at work. I sewed and sewed in his apartment and as it got to be evening I packed up so I could make a clean get away.
Alas! I was too slow. In walked to young crime men and they wanted to know what the hell I was doing in their apartment! I was all explanations and diminishing expectations but the young crime men were not deceived.
To save my life and the lives of my family I started to clean their house. I washed dishes and threw things away and they calmed down and sat on a couch to think about it.
They asked me if I would like to join them and be a bag man for the mob.
"Oh No!" I said,
"I would be too frightened. I just want to stay home and make beautiful quilts."
They said, "What are you talking about, it's not scary, it's just another job."
I said, "Look at this quilt. I could make one for you!"
They said, "This is baby fabric."
I said, "I can make it in any fabric."
So they agreed and I found myself quilting for the mob.


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