Some families play music together. Mine crafted--embroidery, knitting, sewing, quilting. My Icelandic-Canadian grandma taught me to quilt when I was a teenager. Her first step was savaging fabric from old shirts, dresses, etc. No twenty dollar fat quarters for her. I joined the Mayne Island quilters determined to hand sew a quilt--I don't like machines. (It amazes me that my computer and I have developed a more or less amicable relationship.) Then I learned how much work would be involved in my plan. Then I dropped quilting in favour of knitting.
A day before the Mayne Island Fall Fair and parade, I went to lunch with a friend.
"I need your help," she told me. "The quilters need someone to carry the banner."
The quilters are a mighty force on Mayne Island--half of Mayne Island is members. It was hard for me to believe that they couldn't find anyone. But my friend seemed desperate.
I felt stuck. I wanted to help my friend, but I'm most comfortable behind the stage not on it. All I'd have to do is carry a banner, but didn't that mean passing myself off as someone I wasn't--a quilter. But my friend had always helped me. And so I marched in Mayne Island's 2017 Fall Fair.