Flannel Quilts

I went through a stage where I made a whole lot of flannel quilts.  At first I tied them, then I machine quilted them on my sewing machine, then I had them quilted and now I quilt them on Gladys. 

This was one of the first ones, I made it for the 21st birthday of my oldest daughter, Emily.  She will be 31 next month.  I am in shock as I write that!

I also made one for my father for his 80th birthday and he is 90 years old today.  90 years old!  Isn't that great?

I think he likes to use the quilts I make him so the back of the quilt shows.  Hmmm, well, I guess when you give a gift it is just that, a gift and the person can do what they want with it!

This is the first flannel quilt I made for my husband.  I bought the fabric when we were on our honeymoon in Colorado in 2000.

He loved that quilt.  To death!

I tied it rather than quilt it and it just couldn't live up to all the love.

I made him a replacement and this one was then an extra rather worn out quilt with no chair to call home.

So I put it in the trunk of my car just in case I ever needed a quilt and had access to my trunk.  I also had in there an afghan someone had made for me in 1975 which outlasted my first marriage for which it was a wedding present.

At some point, I thought they needed better new homes and I donated them to charity!

 Right after I made the above quilt for my husband, Shelby realized that everyone had a flannel quilt but her. 

So I made this one which I tied and you guessed it, it has not survived to the present day.  I made her a replacement for it which I quilted on my sewing machine and it has deteriorated rather badly.

But good news, the third flannel quilt has stood up well.  Why?  I think it's because it stayed here when she went off to college.  NO!  Wait, obviously it is because of superior skills and workmanship gained over the years!

As a result of all the untimely demise of flannel quilts, I am not that fond of the fabric.  Too bad because I have too many scraps.  I need to find a place to donate all that flannel.  Or, I could make another one?   Nah, let's give the fabric away and move on!

And happy 90th birthday, Dad!