Here is the quilt I made for my sister for Christmas. While it may not be the most pleasing thing to look at, it has wonderful memories sewn together. My Nana let me rifle through her remnant stash so each piece of fabric (minus the new edging) meant the world to me. There were scraps from the clothing she made us when we were kids, as well as left overs from homemade clothing still hanging in her closet. Sewing this quilt was like opening a treasure chest in my heart. I hope my sister enjoys it as much as I do.
and the other:
Tomorrow, I will showcase the wonderful quilt Ellen made for Reade (does it matter if Blake uses it every day?). Now that quilt is so pleasing on the eyes. Reade used one hand to steady himself on Blake's bed this morning and one hand to rub his quilt. It was so adorable to watch his tiny hand explore the quilt in the exact way Ellen had in mind.