On the Thursday before Mother's Day,
I got an itch.
The fabrics were talking, whispering, calling.
Oh, the stash. My fabric stash wanted to be used,
the color driven part of my brain wanted free reign.
I've been doing a lot of work driven sewing, not pleasure driven sewing.
So, a mad plan was born. I would make a quilt.
For my mother. For Mother's Day.
(Interestingly, both Big E and Sweetheart G gave me
identical looks of "She's lost her mind" when I told them.)
But the fabrics kept coming together, and I was having
so much fun. So, I kept going.
So many of these fabrics are old friends. This was used
in a girl's skirt, that a top, this a quilt, that a bag.
So, I didn't get the entire quilt made, but I was able
to give my mom a quilt top with border. As quickly
as the top came together, the backing took more time.
This weekend I finished up the quilt and gave it to my mom.
And now, I'm not sure which side I like more.