My boy had a birthday. Months before he accompanied me to a quilt shop where we saw a Lorax Quilt. He requested one, and I was able to oblige. After figuring and piecing, I learned some new skills in free motion and I like it.
Of course, all blankets must have fuzzy backs. According to my now 4 year old, it is the only option.
Then there was my angry quilt. It all started two years ago with the apricot fabrics. Then in anger, I purchased the brown. It was supposed to be a color scheme to calm, but brought nothing except frustration for so long. It sat for many moons as a pieced top, which has now been pushed to the back.
When I saw this striped fabric I knew it was perfect for my angry quilt, but alas, I thought I was ordering yards when it was actually half yards. So I had to piece the back which has now officially become the top.
But I love the free motion I did on it. The flowers are perfect in all their imperfections.
It is no longer the angry quilt. It is my quilt. The only one I've ever made and kept. I wrap it around me and feel a little calmer, a little happier, a little more comforted.
It was a good summer for quilts and free motion and finishing something which will not be undone.
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