I’m not at all a good quilter, but I’ve always been taught to keep a record of the work I do. For years, my quilting projects have suffered from lack of attention. Yesterday I irritated my thumb no end by creating one or two pages for every quilt and putting them in a binder.
There are two quilts for Alex. One of the first foster mother’s lost the earliest. I did a double Jacob’s Ladder for Megan saving fabrics and drawings. Not one photograph. I started a quilt for Katheryn but never made it. We are not in her family’s favor.
I did three quilts just to make quilts. I haven’t made a quilt for all the grandkids yet. Maybe they can claim one of these three if I don’t get one done for them. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to getting back to work on Bobbies “Crow” quilt. Then too, there are two adult-kids who need quilts.
- Himself: Pool, work, dinner early, meeting. Saturday: Morning, picking up Mia’s books, none: Automobile Museum, and evening: it’s our 34th anniversary and we are out to dinner at Island Prime. Sunday: Tickets at 10 for “Guardians of the Galaxy,” meeting later.