The Quilt That Almost Wasn’t
Months ago, when I learned my nephew and his wife were expecting their first child, I promised to make them a quilt. The due date was ages away, so I felt no pressure at all. I ordered a kit with coordinating fabrics, tucked it away for later, and went on with my life. About two…
Months ago, when I learned my nephew and his wife were expecting their first child, I promised to make them a quilt. The due date was ages away, so I felt no pressure at all. I ordered a kit with coordinating fabrics, tucked it away for later, and went on with my life.
About two weeks ago, I came across the kit and glanced at the calendar with no small amount of panic. I pulled out the fabrics, only to discover that one of my three cats had decided to… christen them with a truly powerful stink. I don’t know who did it, but everyone received dirty looks just to cover my bases.
I immediately called the mama-to-be and explained the situation, offering to buy whatever quilt she wanted and have it shipped immediately.
No thank you, she said. She wanted her baby to have a quilt I made.
I’m not going to lie — part of me was hoping she’d accept the offer and save me some time. But my heart did a little squeeze when I heard her say that, so I knew what I had to do.
Early this week, I drove to my favorite fabric shop, picked out all new fabrics, and got to cutting, stitching, sandwiching, quilting, and binding.
And I’m so glad I did.
It’s handmade and slightly imperfect, but full of love.
Exactly as it should be.