Last Saturday was a good day. My mom and I spent the day crafting together. Rummaging through the fabric closet, sewing on machine, sewing by hand. Coming up with ideas for many many more projects.
And it was even better because she finished the ultimate project -- a queen size quilt of her own design. It is based on a star pattern, and includes hand-embroidered leafs, which if I remember correctly, I helped sketch back when this project was in its infancy. Maple, oak, elm, sycamore, poplar, and ash.
Here she is in all her glory.
Now, our bed is appropriately adorned. And just in time to brighten our room for spring and summer. This means that the much more basic, and by now, threadbare quilt I made for Matt when we were both still in high school, all those years ago, is going to need to be stored away and only brought out for cold winter nights and cold weather guests.
Instead, we can cozy up with a real quilt.
There are few things better than sleeping under a handmade quilt, especially one made by your mother. Amen.
And if that wasn't enough to send me home with, I also got to take home a wall hanging she made. The pattern was one of my Christmas gifts, the purchase of which was inspired by my night with the kamikaze bears of Yosemite last summer.
While the bed-sized quilt above took awhile to finish, as such projects do, this applique wall hanging she made in like one day. Maybe two. When we first got to Michigan for our visit, she showed it to me in pieces and when I came back a couple days later, it was done. Thanks to my mom I dabble in sewing, and have since at least the fourth grade, but it would have taken me months to pull something like this off. All I can say is the woman has skills. And an impressive fabric stash.
Clearly, I'm reaping the benefits.
And if that wasn't enough quilt love to come back to Boston with, I walked away with my very own handmade beach blanket. Something I've been yearning to own. This lovely pile of color came from my grandma's stash -- we think -- but we're also pretty sure she didn't make it. It's made of scraps, and very random scraps at that, including a bright yellow and black leopard print. I would bet money that my grandma, my quilting grandma at least, would never sew leopard print into a quilt. I can imagine my other grandma loving a leopard print quilt.
So, whoever cut up these scraps, pieced them together, and sewed them up with lovely machine embroidery -- Bless you! This summer, I will lay on your handiwork, soak up the sun, and wonder who you are.