Then Sunday night, I was checking my email and I received this:
Hello Megan – I realize you don’t know me from a hole in the ground but I faithfully read your blogs and articles in Quilter’s Home. I’ve even passed your blog address along to other people so they too could enjoy your humor.
Anyway – ( I hate saying anywho ) in one of your blog entries you posted a picture of some fabric with cherry pies on it and wondered what kind of quilt you could make with it for your brother. Well, I looked through my stash (I have a huge stash) and found that same fabric with some red fabric and made you a quilt. I’ve attached pictures and I really would like for you to have it. You can send it to your brother, sister, or let one of your kids have it – I just want you to know that I made it for you.
I’m not the greatest quilter – but I loved your cherry pie story about you and your brother and knew I had to make it. I also make my quilts a bit different from most people as I live in Memphis, TN and just don’t need a very heavy quilt. So I sew a patchwork top and then sew the top to a fleece backing.
So if you don’t mind accepting an average made quilt for you or one of your family members – I’d love to send it to you – but I do need your address.
Rest assured that I won’t sell it to any telemarketer (sp?) or post it any where for 1000’s to see or hop in my car and drive to where ever to stalk you.
This is not the first time that someone I do not know has reached out and done something unbelievably kind for me. I even have another one to share with you, but the time isn't quite right for that one yet. Because I really do want the cherry-pie themed item I give to my brother to be made by my hands, I asked Tammy if it would be alright for me to keep this for myself. Because it will have a special place here in my studio, where I can see it every day, and it will connect me not just to her but to all of you, who read what I have to write and are so dear to me, though I don't know any of you at all, really. And it will always make me think of my brother, and of how he surprised he was to become the object of so much overwhelming love and concern. Because it still surprises me how much of that same kind of love comes my way, too.
Thank you, Tammy.