....because it represents my one and only foray into quilting.
A puff quilt. I made two of them, actually. Identically matching. For Rebekah and Julianne's bunk beds back when they were just young ones and shared a bedroom.
My friend Lori, incredibly talented and sweet as she is, offered her time and expertise when I hesitantly explained my grand plan. She'd made puff quilts before. She was optimistic that this was something I could handle. I could sew straight lines on a sewing machine, yes? Yes. Okay then...off to the fabric store we went. She guided me through each step...from picking out coordinating fabric, to cutting (and cutting and cutting) squares, to pinning (and pinning and pinning) squares, to sewing (and sewing and sewing) squares to finally stuffing (and stuffing and stuffing) squares. It was A LOT of fabric squares. I had squares overflowing out of bags all over my living room. I ate, slept and breathed squares.
It took a long time but finally the quilts were ready...just in time for Rebekah and Julianne to sleep under them for the first time on Christmas Eve.
(they're not, of course) they wouldn't fit on their queen beds. The puff quilts sat folded in a closet for awhile. But then came Lilian. And when she grew enough to sleep in a big girl bed, out came the puff quilts again. They're a little more faded than they used to be. The puffs are a little less puffy. Washings and wear. But they're still warm, soft and snuggly and keep Lilian toasty on cold nights.