Last year I made my very first quilt.
Not being an experienced or naturally gifted seamstress (to say the least) this was very much a labour of love. I started in the summer - in an unusual display of forward planning - and finished in good time for it to be Mum's Christmas gift.
She cut the squares for the patchwork years ago and I'd inherited them along with a good chunk of her fabric stash when she moved a year or so back. The idea was to give her the quilt she didn't have time to give herself, supplemented with some of Amy Butlers lovely Midwest Modern prints.
At a family party at her place on Sunday I saw the quilt 'in action' for the first time on my nephews bed-for-the-weekend (can you spot his bedtime reading of choice?). And I have to tell you, it looked pretty cool.
It started off neatly laid but was soon called into action as a fort/tent/strangely-squishy-space-ship...
I can't tell you how happy-making it was to see something I had created being used and enjoyed like that. And the look of amazement on my brothers face when I confirmed that the rumours were true and I had indeed made it myself was easily worth all those hours of hand-tying!
Now I just have to make one for myself, though I think I'll machine-quilt it this time...