Now that we've come to the end of the road, THANK GOODNESS GRACIOUS, I should say a few words in recollection. Something poignant about how four score and seven years ago I had a dream . . .
I just gotta be me.
So in less than 24 hours the voting polls will be closed and I will be a regular ole' citizen again. HALLeLuJAH! (Did I spell that correctly? That looks weird.)
At the stroke of midnight it will all be over. I will turn back into a pumpkin and I will return to my castle tower where I will sit and wait.
I will wait and wait and wait. And wait. For 10 whole days. For my prince to come and ask me to try on the glass slipper.
OH I HOPE it FITS!
It's been charmed. Fer reals. But you wanna know the real reason I did it all? Besides the fame and fortune and honor and glory and pop-U-larity, and all the free SAM-e products. And did I mention the fortune?
The magic quilt.
Oh, and world peace. I did it for world peace too.
But mostly for the magic quilt.
Was that sneaky? To use SAM-e to catapult me into super stardom so I can achieve world peace? Do the means justify the end?
It's just that the world needs more magic--and more quilts--in order to maintain world peace.
You get me?
My friend Dana recently gave me a quote that pretty much sums up how I feel about this project.
So I've got a fresh outlook. I'm taking the project in some new directions. There are so many people who are limping along, dealing with pain, sorrow, guilt, fear, loneliness, and we need more hands and more quilts to lift the burdens. Not to mention more stories. So I'm branching out. In several directions. But my first direction is fleece. Go check out my Magic Quilt Blog for deets.
Fleece is soft, and comforting, and best of all, forgiving, (especially if you buy the no pill fleece).
If you don't cut it straight, no worries, it forgives you. If you don't sew it straight, big deal, it forgives you. It makes allowances for your imperfections. That's where the magic of fleece comes from.
Forgiveness = magic. Make a note, peeps.
So the fleece is a different kind of magic than the group contribution kind where everyone is sewed together with love and unity, but we can still work together as one big, huge group to make bunches of blankets. Every single one of us knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who's in pain. And we can take it upon ourselves to ease it. Instantly. I made four today, all by myself. They are so stinkin' easy even my twelve year old whipped one up for his teacher (after he knitted two more hats for the homeless).
This is what I learned from the voting--if everyone does just a little bit, A WHOLE LOT gets done.
An object lesson is in order to really drive this point home, and I'm all about objectifying lessons then driving them home.
Here's the dealio. There's a sick 12-year-old boy in Las Vegas named Matthew Blanchard. (I myself have two 12-year-olds so I have a special crack in my stone cold heart for 12-year-olds.)
Another thing I learned from the voting is how delicate and fragile the human morale can be. How easy it is to knock someone down. And how easy it is to pick someone up.
If we all did something simple and small, could it snowball into something big and amazing?
Let's try it. Let's all slip a $1 dollar bill into an envelope and send it to Matthew for Christmas. I already sent mine today, but tomorrow I'm going to have each of my kids send one. I don't have much and you don't have much, but what if 1,000 people, who don't have much, send Matthew $1?
He'd have MUCH!
His address is:
Matthew Blanchard/8444 Brody Marsh Ave./Las Vegas, NV/ 89143
Who's in, raise your hand.
Let's look to it, peeps. And then tell all your other peeps too. And so on and so on and so on. Shout it from your blog tops and tweet it from your tree tops.
Those are my last wishes.
Oh wait, one more. Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night.