Quilting Fever

Kwiltmakr posted this lovely poem on her blog, Under the Rose,  after it appeared in Country Woman magazine.  I thought you would enjoy reading it: 

Quilting Fever

I can shop all day
And hardly spend a dime.
But let me in a fabric shop-
I nearly loose my mind.

I see those lovely fabrics
So pretty and so bright
My eyes take on a glassy look
(it really is a fright).
My knees, they start to shaking,
My nose begins to twitch.
As I look at all the colors,
My fingers start to itch.

I picture Dresden Plate
Done up in yellow and blue
Oh, look at that lavender
Just right for Sun Bonnet Sue!
Across another aisle
It’s true I almost ran
For a shade of brown I had to have
To make for Overall Dan.

Drunkard’s Path or Ohio Star
Pieced in that real bright red
Would be absolutely beautiful
Covering my bed.
I gasp, I pant, I simply
Lose all sense of time
As I pick out all the colors
That I have to have as mine!

I hurry home, my purchases
Clutched tight beneath my arm,
Dreaming of the quilts I’ll make
And how they’ll keep us warm.
Housework gets forgotten but
I have no pangs of guilt
As I start cutting and a-piecing
‘cause I’m going to make a quilt!

By Beverly Page