Saturday, October 8, 2011
I love my sail boat quilt.
I made in memory of my infant son Matthew who never got to come home from the hospital and wreck it. As I hand quilted each boat, there are 12, I tried to put sorrow and grief into each boat and have it sail away from me. I stitched in his name and mine and it is always somewhere in the house. Here it is draped over a storage chest for more quilts!
My girls have both requested it as their future inherited quilt so I said I would make a copy. Each daughter volunteered her sister to get the clone. See, all the grief has sailed away and been replaced by normal sisterly squabbling.
Isn't quilting grand?