In 1995, when active in the Quilters Guild Of Plano, I hand pieced this robin bird out of fabric, It was my name tag for the meetings. Of course this photo is a lot larger than the real thing. I hand beaded the fabric and backed it with a huge pin so I could pin it on whatever I was wearing.

After Mother passed away later that year, (1995) I lost interest in a few things including quilting and managed to get on with an edited version of my wonderful life.

So, here I am many years later and the extreme experiences that were life changing are behind me. I have re-joined the Quilters Guild again. My quilting project for this year is started and I have about a dozen hand pieced blocks complete. The next quilters guild meeting is Thursday, with one small problem. I cannot find my Robin name tag. I know that I would not have thrown it away or donated it…. Where Is Robin?

It is ironic in many ways that the name tag is missing. That Robin is long gone. Sometimes I feel jaded and a completely like a different person from the person who wore that sweet name tag. I have learned that I must follow my own heart, Let friends go away gracefully because if they really cared, they would not go, Be my own health advocate, Read a devotional every day, Kiss my husband a lot, say I love you often to the people I care about, be completely honest with myself about everything and here is the important one….always, ALWAYS make my bed each morning.

I might have lost the old Robin a long time ago. The good news is, I have found a brand new one and she is doing great.

Love you beyond the moon.

Me