12/15/2023
President’s Message Dec 23
Well as this year closes and the end of my Presidential journey nears its final stop, I reflect on all the things I have been blessed with and by. I so appreciate your faith in choosing me as your president and allowing me to serve you and the guild. I hope I have done at least an adequate job of leading the guild this year. I have gotten to know each and everyone of you. Some better than others but I delight in seeing you around town or on shop hops and knowing you as a fellow quilter. I hope I can continue getting better acquainted with everyone because to me that is one of the purposes of the quilt guild. It’s getting together with like minded people to share something we love and making friends who understand our passion for cutting up perfectly good fabric only to sew it together in new ways to make something of unimaginable beauty. So to me each of you is a small piece of fabric which the guild brings together to create a warm, lovely quilt of friends. Thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of this beautiful creation called the Country Rose Quilt Guild.
A Country Rose Quilt Guild Christmas Poem
In a cozy hall where threads entwine,
The Country Rose Quilt Guild does shine.
With needles poised and fabric wide,
A Christmas tale begins inside.
In stitches tight and patterns bright,
The quilting stars align that night.
A tapestry of warmth and cheer,
In every seam, love does appear.
With bobbins humming, like a choir,
They weave the spirit, never tire.
A Christmas quilt, both bold and grand,
In nimble hands, a joyous strand.
The threads of red and green embrace,
A festive dance, a warm embrace.
The quilt guild's heart, a steady beat,
In every square, memories sweet.
Snowflakes fall, a silent hush,
On quilts adorned with love's own touch.
Each stitch a tale, each fold a song,
A melody of friends lifelong.
Through winter's chill, the quilters bond,
In every stitch, a magic wand.
With twinkling eyes and hearts a-glow,
They sew the joy that Christmases know.
The needles dance, a rhythmic trance,
As carols hum and quilters prance.
In every quilt, a tale unfolds,
Of yuletide joy that never folds.
So, let the Christmas quilts unfurl,
In patterns intricate, a swirl.
The Country Rose, a guild so bright,
Sews Christmas dreams on winter's night.
Dorathea Kelly