Here is Brittany.Here are her mom and dad--my sister Greta and her husband Joe.
We traded a quilt for Brittany. Eleven years ago I made this quilt for my daughter. She loved the quilt but it brought back memories of a spoiled marriage that she didn't want to think about so we decided it should be given away. I had intended to donate it somewhere, but when I looked at it after having not seen it in many years, I remembered that the baskets were hand appliqued by my mom. She passed away Aug. 1 and I just couldn't bear to send it away. Then I thought of my sister and I just knew she would like to have it. I was right. We made the trade off today. The quilt is a little worn and faded but I'm sure it will be loved nonetheless.
We traded a quilt for Brittany. Eleven years ago I made this quilt for my daughter. She loved the quilt but it brought back memories of a spoiled marriage that she didn't want to think about so we decided it should be given away. I had intended to donate it somewhere, but when I looked at it after having not seen it in many years, I remembered that the baskets were hand appliqued by my mom. She passed away Aug. 1 and I just couldn't bear to send it away. Then I thought of my sister and I just knew she would like to have it. I was right. We made the trade off today. The quilt is a little worn and faded but I'm sure it will be loved nonetheless.
2 comments:
Have fun having Brittany around. Does she like to sew?
Greta looks a little like you.
Very sweet to think of your sister with that quilt.
Have a great week!
that is a sweet story ... isn't it strange how a quilt can mean different things to different people? a bad memory for your daughter becomes a heartfelt reminder of your mother's love for both you and for your sister ...... i'm kinda teary now - how DO you do that to me?!?
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