Last night I went to sleep with the Magic Quilt folded up at the foot of my bed. I've been sick with one thing or another for a week now, so I figured it was worth a shot.
OMGOSH! It really is magic. I had the coolest dream. I was back in Hawaii. My MIL was there too and we were sitting on the lanai of a beach house. it was amazing. She wasn't even yakking my ears off. Guess who we saw on the beach? Guess! Guess! Guess! Jack Johnson. He was on the came over to say aloha and my MIL gave him a pair of old vans she had picked up at D.I. Then I asked him for a favor.
"I have this project called the Magic Quilt," I said. And then I told him all about how my readers donated fabric that represented their stories of healing and comfort and inspiration, and about how Kritta spun it all into magic, and about how it's going to travel bringing comfort and gaining momentum as it rocks people's world, starting with our first recipient, Stan, in Washington D.C.
Then I told him I was going to make a Magic T-shirt quilt too. I asked him if he would donate a t-shirt that represented him, something he's worn a lot. He said "SURE!" Then he took off his shirt and grabbed a permanent marker to sign it.
Then I woke up. It was 5:30 a.m. and I was wide awake. I felt great!
I felt so great!
I felt perfect.
I felt so perfect that I rushed to the bathroom to see if I had the smooth, bronze, Brazillian legs I've always dreamed of owning.
They're not there yet, but I swear they were actually just a teensy bit darker. And smoother.
I called to my hub from the bathroom, asking him if he wanted to go for a walk, with my new legs.
"NO!" he grunted, so I went into the bathroom and grabbed a q-tip and started cleaning my ears. I never clean my ears at 5:30 a.m.
I never hop out of bed at 5:30 a.m. either. I don't remember the last time I hopped out of bed at 5:30 a.m. I probably still lived in Hawaii the last time I felt good at that wicked early hour.
After I cleaned my ears, I painted my toenails. I never paint my toenails at 5:30 a.m.
Then I went and wrote a letter to Jack Johnson, asking him if he would donate a t-shirt for the magic t-shirt quilt. I really did. I'm really going to ask him. And I know he's going to say yes.
He practically already said yes.
I wish I had had the nerve to ask for back stage passes to his upcoming concert in Salt Lake, but my legs aren't that brown and smooth yet.
I'm so excited, peeps. About the magic.
I've also got t-shirt commitments from Andy Toolson, Marty Haws and his son, Tyler Haws (who, darnit, has his own wikipedia entry already!!!? He's only 19 for goodness sakes!) My hub played B-Ball with Marty and Andy at BYU and now our boy is playing b-ball with their boys. (btw, my son is also playing b-ball with Flat Stanley and Screech from Saved by the Bell).
The world spins round and round don't it!?
I also have a long list of other amazing, talented, inspiring people I'm going to ask for t-shirts. I can't wait to tell you all about them.
In the mean time we need more fabric and stories for our 3rd quilt. Springrose is going to make it for us and then we will start healing the state of Ideeho. She needs some good luck right now and I think this will be just the thing. (wink wink).
Wait, don't take that wink the wrong way. It wasn't suggesting anything suggestive. It was just a show of my faith, like wink wink, your wish is the universe's command.
You get me?
I'm going to have a contest soon over at my Magic Quilt blog, so keep your ears perked.
And guess what else!! Guess! Guess! Guess! I think my puppy is magic too. I can see it in her eyes. Since she's been here, my boys are picking their socks and shoes up off the family room floor AND they're not eating downstairs anymore, either.
Just in case she's not magic, I play Mozart for her every time I put her in her kennel for a nap. tee hee. She will be magic soon. And when she turns a year old I'm going to take her to therapy school so she can become a healer. We're going to go visit hospitals and heal all the sick kids with cancer.
I LUB being surrounded by magic!