2017
Five and a half years ago, we--briefly known as @charmcitycraftivists-made this quilt. It was the first quilt any of us had made. I can't remember the pattern designer's name. We had no idea what we were doing. It is wonky and definitely made by some eager newbies. But we made it together. A group of moms, friends and strangers. We knew it was the beginning.
This quilt hasn't had much of a life...yet. But today, with hands shaking and my face wet with tears, I put tabs on this quilt and hung it outside. Geoff said, "it's gonna get messy outside" and I said, "yeah, like people's lives after today."
Let this quilt hang out there in the elements, without any protection. Let it state it's so-simple-it's-stupid message while the sun bleaches it's color and the rain drags it down. Let it boldly claim our enoughness while our voices are choked with tears. Let it stop people on their peaceful dog walks. Let it cause passersby to snicker. None of it--not even a Supreme Court decision--changes the fact that people with uteruses are human and we have the right to make decisions for our own bodies.
We will notWe will not
We will not be controlled.
I am sovereign in my body.
I am sovereign in my soul.
-The Bengsons
* I recognize that not all people with uteruses identify as women and so this message--as stupidly simple as it is--is incomplete. Frankly, the quilt's message is inadequate, for today's news as well as what is to come. This time we'll do better than pink quilts and pussy hats. ♥️
