From just before Christmas in 2005, until he died at the end of March 2006, my poor old Dad was in hospital. It was a very difficult time - having recovered from the problem he was initially admitted with, and having having survived c. difficile, he then contracted and died from MRSA. During that time I was a member of Greenpark Quilters in Polmont. Going to the group on a Friday morning and having the support of my friends there was a great help. We had a challenge to make a fabric postcard and post it anonymously to another group member. We then brought in our cards to show to the others, and to try to guess who had sent them, when we then signed them. This is the card that I received
It is beautifully made, mainly with silk
with lovely shaded fabric for the sky and machine quilting with gold thread
delicate hand embroidery along the bottom
So why does this card, lovely as it is, mean so much to me - to answer that we have to look at the other side (and you will see that it did come through the post!)
it's the kindness of the thought that at such a horrible time, I could have my own tranquil place to escape to. So when I look at this card I really can say "it's the thought that counts"!!