Been mostly under the weather this past week, during which time I became well acquainted with every dust bunny in my house. Wonder why when I don't feel well enough to stand up I have the insatiable urge to clean but when I am feeling fine and dandy that cleaning is the last thing on my mind. I declare as I was lying in my sickly stupor all I could think of was if I died the people who came to get my body would know what a slob I really am. Thank goodness I am feeling better. I will clean later on.
Actually, I took a little bit of time to finish up a small project requiring some hand work. Two dear friends of mine asked me to make a few small quilts out of shirts which belonged to their Dad. Added to that was some very old and vintage fabric of their Mom's. After much cleaning, pressing, cutting and sewing, I found that I learned a whole lot during the first top. I finished the binding on it today, washed it, dried it and here it is:
It is not really big, but not so small either. Just big enough to cuddle under.
I quilted by hand lots of flowers, butterflies, hearts, and curliques. The blocks aren't perfect, but then again, neither am I. I know that the sisters will cherish having their Daddy's arms around them.
I love how a freshly laundered quilt just crinkles up and feels instantly softly aged. Now on to complete the second one.