Dee Powell was my neighbor when I lived in a Texas. My daughter Andrea met her daughter Lauren on the first day of school just a few days after we moved there in 1988. Andrea came home super excited and told me she had a friend and that she lived within sight of our house. Lauren and Dee were waiting on the corner so we walked over so I could meet them. That was the beginning of a friendship that will never end.
Dee is the one who really got me fired up about quilting. She had a great interest in it and had magazines in her possession that I had never heard of...."Quilters' Newsletter Magazine". She gave me copies and they got me through several illnesses over the years. I would get them out and pour over them over and over again.
We never did make quilts together but I made her a quilt one year out of Scotty dog fabric that she gave me. We did however do some joint sewing projects. Like these dolls......
There are 32 of them! We bought the pattern when we saw one in a little boutique. We just couldn't stop making them! Our girls would run the doll parts across the street. She would sew the clothes, I would put the hair on. She would stuff them, I would draw their faces. Everyone we know got dolls for gifts that year.
Yesterday, as Dee lay in a hospital bed, I thought of all the good times we had together. I whispered to her how much I loved her, kissed her forehead and told her goodbye. She probably didn't hear me. It doesn't matter. She knew.
I love you, Dee. I will see you again!