Once upon a time, Carter, there was a mo'o. This mo'o was an old woman who had so many stories living in her it was sometimes hard to tell where one story started and the next began.
So, that clever old woman took to her favorite tools, and began to sew and stitch.
The Mo'o had bits and pieces of cloth that she was fond of. One bit was actually old pillow cases, washed and cleaned, and filled with the dreams and journeys that spilled from your Two Tutu's heads when they slept upon the pillowcases.
The other bit of cloth was a colorful, never-used before cloth filled with Bird of Paradise flowers.
The Mo'o cut and laid out the two bits of cloth imagining how a blanket could be sown together to be a story quilt for a very special family -- her family/your family, Carter -- who lives across the Great Moana Nui, the great big Pacific Ocean.
Once a picture was pa'a in The Mo'o's mind she pulled out her sewing machine and sewed the bits of cloth that had Bird of Paradise flowers all over it. A long thin piece of pillowcase cloth held the Birds together.
The other side of the guilt was the old pillowcase side. A long thin piece of Birds were sown to hold four pieces of old pillowcase together.
Once that was done. There were two blankets. They needed to held together to make a quilt. That's where the long and windy story telling comes in. To hold two sides of a blanket together into a quilt, The Mo'o sat and began to stitch.
to be continued ... 😘😘😘
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