Don’t get your hopes up. I don’t feel the need to quilt. What I am doing is moving some of my quilts from the sewing room to the house and I’m washing them and stacking them on quilt racks or on the extra beds.
Of all the quilts that I’ve made, this is my favorite. It makes me laugh and cry . . all at the same time. If you weren’t a part of this project or haven’t read the story about the “Boomerang Quilt” . . a story written in 2005, please take a moment and read it.
There was so much quilting on that quilt.
As I began to wash my special quilts and bring the to the house, this one was the first to get washed. This quilt is to me like George is to Addie. I need to make sure Nicole and Chad know how special this quilt is and they always keep it and pass down the story behind this quilt.
There’s never a time that I see this quilt that I don’t think of Vicky and her kindness makes me cry but the bidding frenzy makes me laugh. The “Gwen” that I mention in the post lost her battle with cancer several years ago . . probably more years ago than I realize.
This quilt will always be my favorite.