There is a group of ladies that I sorta work with that is my tribe. I say sorta work with because really I'm the only employee at the little local quilt shop that I have the privilege of being a part of. The ladies in this tribe either volunteer at the store, or are affiliated with it by doing business as longarm quilters or are customers. None of these ladies are my peers. Most of them are my parent's age or beyond. I really didn't choose them nor did I expect to have them in my life but I have found that they are my people. We are not only connected by our joy of sewing and the art of quilt making, but we are joined by caring for and about one each other. I can't say that toes do not get stepped on, but I can say that we all know how to treat each other with respect, and that is very important to me.
Today I went to the shop just to pick out some backing fabric for a quilt top I finished for a store sample. My boss was there and her daughter that works on Saturday had not yet arrived. There was a sale going on and this made for a busier than usual store. I offered to stay and help and she willingly took me up on it. One of the gals that volunteered was there and she had a chance to update me on what was going on with her eyes. Another gal, one of the longarm quilters, gave us an update on her husband who has to live in a care home and was recently in ICU at the hospital. What I realized today is that in the midst of life and all the different trials that each of us are going through we all know how to listen and care for each other. It truly is a sisterhood. These are my people because they care about others and not just themselves.
Just before I went to the store I stopped by a friend who is also a customer. She graciously let me use her longarm quilt machine and I wanted to do something nice for her in return and because I adore her. I brought her over a little gift and we had a nice visit. She is originally from England and I told her about a Netflix movie I watched that I thought she would enjoy. (The movie is The Guernsey Literary Potato Peel Pie Society. I would highly recommend this sweet story set in post-WW2 England). My friend is 88 years old and lived in England as a young girl during the war. It is funny how she is older than my father and yet we are friends. Age doesn't really matter.
Friendship is about sharing your life, caring about the other person, and treating them with respect. Sometimes I feel very young and fit in with people who are much younger than me, and other times I feel like I'm really 82 years old inside and am much more comfortable with those my senior. Because I seem to not have a good set internal age I just go with whatever works.
The lesson of the day: Relax and wait for it to happen, you will find your people when you are just being you.
Since friends share, I want to share a delish recipe that I tried for the first time tonight. It is for a fruit and nut coffee cake!
Preheat your oven to 350 degrees
In a mixing bowl mix the following ingredients and set aside:
1 cup flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
Now mix in an electric mixer the following:
I stick (1/2 cup) melted butter
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
Once mixed together add:
1 1/2 cup cored, peeled, and chopped apple
1 cup chopped crazens (I boil mine in water to plump them up. Arnold say, "I will pump you up!" I have to say those kinds of things when they come to mind!)
1/2 cup chopped pecans
Now mix in the flour mixture. Line an 8x8" baking dish with parchment paper or butter your dish. Pour in mixture and bake for 40-45 minutes until a knife inserted comes out clean. Let it sit for 10 minutes and top with powdered sugar, or butter, or whipped cream, or go for the trifecta and do all three!r the trifecta and do all three!