Very long ago, my great great great grandmother collected scraps of cloth and fabric. There was no money for buying new, and there wasn’t much money for buying old either. But over time she found and saved pieces of silk, cotton, twill, velvet and wool. Some of them were nubby and soft, some were elegant and shiny and smooth and some were just holding on to their lines, faded fibers of a life filled up and lived hard. She worked those patches with time. Patiently arranged them all together in their incidental scrap shapes with funny little stitches that look like chicken feet. The end result is this beautiful amalgamation - a vivid and vibrant rainbow of stories and people and experiences and love and challenge. All quilted together at the sides to provide cover and warmth, eventually passing it all down to new generations.

A Framily. A quilt of friends-turned-family, now joined together at their edges and held together with cords of chicken feet love. It’s Wabi-Sabi, baby.

The thing is, your people don’t have to have matching last names, just matching hearts. Just that. With their blends of blood, backgrounds, beliefs…serving their important and unique roles, and deserving their own places on the quilt.

That’s it. That’s all that you need.