Let me tell you, making four quilts in a month is not easy. I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I think I was looking for some distraction, but I got a bit more than I bargained for. I was working on them after Sam went to bed, in the mornings before I went to work. I found myself trying to sneak a few seams in while I waited for water to boil, while I waited for Sam to put his shoes on, before I dashed out the door for this and that. And still, closing in on our departure date, I was far from done and discouraged. Luckily, my friend Em is kind and generous with her time and quilting prowess, and she came over and helped me finish them up. She's a saint, is what she is.
So here they are, in all their glory. I have a sweet memory of Sam's mom wrapping hers around her shoulders like a cape and twirling in front of the fireplace Christmas morning. And when we visited his aunt later in the week, she had hers all spread out on her bed, claiming the colors matched the art in her bedroom perfectly. They're lovely people. I hope the quilts keep them warm and convinced of our long-distance love.
|[we three quilts]|
|[a shot of just one. all three were a variation on these colors.] |
|[a glimpse at the soft creamy underbelly.] |
|[the three of them, all ready to rock and roll. i almost thought they were more beautiful like this ...] |
|[bonus quilt! a riotously pink and purple number.] |
|[the soft pink underbelly.] |