In the master bedroom, there’s a walk-in closet off the bathroom and there’s a regular closet on one wall in the bedroom. In that regular closet were stored things other than clothes, including a lot of quilts. As I was digging through the closet, packing some quilts, deciding which ones I could donate and which ones I would save, I came across this quilt.
Now that I see it, I remember making it but had forgotten about it. It was laying across the back of the sofa and Chad said “Oh, I like this. Can I have it?” I told him when he gets a house of his own and proves he’s responsible and secure, then he can have every quilt he wants. Until then, I keep them all . . eventually, they’ll all be his anyway. And then I thought . . speaking of secure and responsible, I’m going to pack it into a box and stick this one, along with many others, in storage. The thought of storing all the quilts, fabric, and yarn has my tummy hurting! Am I worried about my furniture? No! But I surely hate to be separated from my fabric and yarn if it all has to be stored. Not so sure about doing that but options are few at this point.