Way back in August I started a Christmas project.
I knew it would take time. Lots of time.
Lots of time, money and energy.
Endurance.
Plenty of that too.
Have you ever made a quilt?
Yeah, me neither.
Until this year.
Some crazy idea popped in my head about making my mom a quilt for Christmas.
Too much pinning on Pinterest?
Probably.
That is a dangerous site I tell ya!
I ended up drawing her name in our gift exchange on Thanksgiving, so things couldn't have worked out more perfectly. There were so many set backs and errors. The blanket became a huge mess in my eyes and I was literally in tears trying to figure out why I started this stupid thing in the first place!
My daughter got her chocolate fingers all over the back of the quilt after I had just sewn together the white backing. I rushed it to the washing machine and the quilt ended up tangled in the washer.
Seriously?
What else could've gone wrong?
Oh yeah...
The fact that the chocolate and the marks from the blanket being tangled in the machine became permanent. Oh, and don't forget the batting separated because I wasn't done with the binding, so therefore I had lumpy batting.
Sigh.
Obviously my quilt wanted to have "character".
She loved it.
What mother wouldn't love something her child made her?
I guess I was heartbroken that, to me, it ended up looking like a home-ec project.
But that silly, shrunken, full of errors quilt brought tears to my mom's eyes.
