“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”
William Shakespeare

In the fall of 1971, after having spent a few years in Oregon, my family moved back to my home state of Georgia, just in time for me to start second grade in a small, satellite branch of Southland Academy.  The class I joined was close-knit, having been together since kindergarten, and consisted of just 16 students.  One of the girls in the class soon became my friend.  I don’t remember the first moment that friendship began.  Honestly, it seems to have just always been there.  For the rest of our grade school experience, we were inseparable.  We spent months and years designing the stables we were going to build so we could raise and board mustangs and thoroughbreds.  We spent summers and springtimes planning to be marine biologists with Jacques Cousteau.  We spent Saturday mornings rocking out to Josie and the Pussycats.  In short, we were inseparable.

A short 5 years later, my mother moved us to Utah.  Becky and I could call each other once a month for 10 minutes total.  We sent letters and cassettes back and forth.  I flew out to see her twice, she came to see me once.  We made it through junior high and high school, then into college.  Our lives were going different directions than we had planned, and different directions from each other.  There were a number of times when I just knew I would never hear from her again.  Times when I wouldn’t have blamed her.

Somehow, though, our friendship has remained.  We still live 2000 miles apart, but cell phones and emails make the distance easier to bear.  We see each other a few days every few years.  Never long enough, and each goodbye seems harder than the last.  Despite everything that has happened, she has remained a constant in my life.  She is the sister I always wanted.  She is my north star.  I find comfort in knowing she is there.  I hope I give her the same comfort in return.  She is a better friend to me than I am to her, I know.  She encourages me like no one else I’ve ever known.  She tells me what she thinks of me, my decisions, my life choices, but always with love and compassion.  I don’t know what I did to deserve such a friend, but I thank God for her in every prayer.  I would, quite literally, be lost without her.

When I saw this block, I was tickled pink.  Star blocks are my favorite, and to have a friendship star is just perfect!  And once I really looked at the pattern, I realized it was going to go together quickly.  It uses just two templates (#1 and #3) and two fabrics, a light and a dark.  From template #1, cut 1 from your star fabric (typically this would be the dark fabric, but I chose to use a light in the center, so my instructions are going to reflect that.)  Also cut four squares from your background fabric.  From #3, cut four of each color.

2013-06-18 19.16.53The layout of this block is easy-peasy.  Place the squares of background fabric in the four corners.  Place the square of foreground fabric in the center.  Starting at the top and working in a clockwise fashion, place the foreground triangles.  The first one angles from bottom right to upper left.  Repeat this all the way around the block, rotating your triangles so that the star points are all the same.  Place the background triangles next to the foreground triangles.

Next up is chain stitching HSTs.  Place the background triangle on top of the foreground triangle and then chain stitch all four.  I chose to press my seams open for this one, and it seemed to really cut down on the bulk.

2013-06-18 19.17.16Once  all your pieces have been laid back out, you should have a total of 9 squares.  Lay the center squares face down on the squares to the left.  Chain stitch them and press the seams.  Then lay the remaining squares face down on the joined squares, stitch and press.

Now there should be three rows.  Sew the top to the middle, then add the bottom.  Press the seams open, then turn the block over and give it a really good press all over.


2013-06-18 19.25.00I’m a little OCD, and I generally prefer shapes and colors to be traditional.  Which means reversing the foreground and background colors kind of mess with my head.  I did it because I had more of the red and not enough of the white to be the background.  But the more I look at it, the more I like it.  It’s different, unique, memorable.  Just like my friend, Becky.