Before my daughter was born a friend and I got it into our heads that it would be a great idea to make a quilt. She was pregnant at the time and I was just, well, interested in making a quilt.
I hated the entire process from start to finish (mainly because it took so long and required the use of a machine) but I loved the final product.
There is something so comforting about a quilt. A handmade quilt seems even more so. Americans! Is this what you call a ‘comforter’? Or is it still just a quilt?
Anyway, I remember swearing that this would be the one and only quilt I would ever make and it is carefully folded and stored away until I can give it to Molly as a present when she graduates from her cot to a ‘big girl’ bed.
I should have known better than to make such a sweeping statement! As a parent I have learned to stop saying things that start with the words ‘I will never…’ as I unfailingly turn around and do the very thing I said I wouldn’t a week later. Apparently I need to apply this rule to crafting as well.