It's a mystery to me....................

My little local quilt shop is offering a mystery quilt again this year.  I didn't do last years but thought what the heck its time again to branch out.  So branching I'm doing.  This is really branching for me.  I'm the kind that reads the back of the book after I've read chapter one to see how it ends.  I can't stand not knowing.

The quilt pattern is from Border Creek Station , for me a very local place.  Last year's quilt was beautiful and I'm hoping I do this one as well as those that did it last year.

These are the fabrics of my choice.  I love, love, love the red and the others aren't too shabby either.  I have made the big decision to back it with the red and I would like to bind with the leafy fabric as I'm thinking of putting a sleeve on the back.  Red binding isn't great on some walls, but the creamy leaf fabric would work.

Clue number 1 came out in October and its done.  This is all I had to do.  A bit of cutting and a tiny bit of sewing.  Put all the pieces in their appropriate ziplocs and save for awhile.

I have in my hot little hands, clue number 2.  I plan on getting to it on Wednesday and then in December I'm doing the work as soon as I get it.  It is being given out on the 16th so not much time to get it done before Christmas.  I'll keep you posted on how it's going.


I'm leaving this with you today.  Its a special poem I read years ago and it touches me every time I read it.  I do not carry my father's name now, but my wonderful father-in-law's.  I am very proud to be an Andersen and even prouder to be a Vad Andersen which was also given to me.  (That is a story in itself.)  All I ask is when I give you the spelling of my last name and my first name for that matter, that you honour my name by spelling it correctly.  Thank you.

Your Name

You got it from your father,

t'was the best he had to give,

And right gladly he bestowed it

It's yours, the while you live.

You may lose the watch he gave you

and another you may claim,

But remember, when you're tempted,

to be careful of his name.

It was fair the day you got it,

and a worthy name to bear,

When he took it from his father

there was no dishonor there.

Through the years he proudly wore it,

to his father he was true,

And that name was clean and spotless

when he passed it on to you.

Oh there's much that he has given

that he values not at all,

He has watched you break your playthings

in the days when you were small.

You have lost the knife he gave you

and you've scattered many a game,

But you'll never hurt your father

if you're careful with his name.

It is yours to wear forever,

yours to wear the while you live,

Yours, perhaps some distant morn,

another boy to give.

And you'll smile as did your father,

with a smile that all can share,

If a clean name and a good name

you are giving him to wear.

- Edgar A. Guest