AUNT HILDAS LETTER.

Star (Christchurch), Volume LXVI, Issue 20363, 21 July 1934, Page 22 (Supplement)

AUNT HILDAS LETTER.

A QUILT STORY.

The Patch That Wouldn’t Match.

JJKAR STARLETS.— Such a queer obstinate little patch we have met in our community quilt-making, a patch that wouldn't patch, a patch that wouldn’t match! It was a pretty little pink and white mottled patch, knitted by I forget whom, and of course we picked it out and put it in quilt number seven. That seemed all right, but w’e soon discovered that patch Miss Mottle refused to lie down in that quilt, and we took her out. All along the seventh quilt she refused to match. We put her in number seven tw T ice, then in number eight twice, and still she refused to mix properly with the others and do her destined work. binally we put her in the ODD PATCH QUILT, one that is made up of all the naughty and queer patches that have refused service with the ordinary patches, and this we call the real CRAZY QUILT, for it looks as crazy as possible and yet is just as warm and useful as any of the others! People are like that; boys and girls and grown-ups. They often refuse to work smoothly with others in quite a good job, and they get a lot of doing and undoing before they find a place, an odd place that they seem to fit quite nicely into. It is to prevent these human misfits that the scheme for vocational guidance was started and an endeavour made to fit the right person and the right work. We needed a vocational guidance expert in our quilt-making! Aliss Mottle will do her work well and efficiently, for she has found the right niche. And to look at her, you’d have thought her a pretty little easy-going creature. But didn’t she heartily refuse to be placed in the wrong piece of work! Ha! Ha! So once again you cannot judge anything from mere appearance, and above all you cannot judge what people are worth until you see them doing their right work in the world. But carry on, knitters, even if we DO have to make number twenty CRAZY QUILT THE SECOND. But aren’t they WARM as they cling to the other blankets and hug them snugly on the beds? We sent a beauty this week, to an old age pensioner, and her eyes were brighter than the twinkling stars as she took it. She had needed it so badly. 1 must get those twenty blankets finished before my Coast trip, so if Coast Starlets will add their help—l’ll be over there the sooner. I’m NOT going till I get our quota of twenty blankets on the city’s need)' beds. But isn’t the struggle worth while and heaps of fun and joy? With gratitude and anticipation,— —