Mom's Letters: My Quilt

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My Quilt

In December I decided to make a quilt for my friend for her birthday. My master-quilter mother got me off to a great start before I left her house at Christmas and I actually, shockingly kept going from there! I am proud to say that I made this quilt all by myself (thanks mom, for the pointers and finish work!) This truly was a gift of love for my great friend Jilly!

8 comments:

Heather said...: Beautiful! I am jealous! I have not quilted in so long. We love you and miss you!; March 11, 2008 at 8:16 PM
Kyle said...: Thats amazing...can't wait until my Birthday in May (just kidding...no seriously) :); March 11, 2008 at 9:45 PM
JS said...: I am seriously impressed! It is beautiful! Great job! Where is mine? :) Just kidding!; March 11, 2008 at 10:30 PM
Jill said...: You are a GREAT friend! I love my quilt. I put it over my new chairs in my living room. It looks beautiful. I am thankful for you and your friendship.; March 12, 2008 at 9:00 AM
The Thompson's said...: Wow! I am so impressed! That is really a beautiful quilt!; March 13, 2008 at 10:14 AM
Zach and Katie Hillstead said...: you are my inspiration...all i want to do is be a master quilter myself...not sure when that will happen!; March 15, 2008 at 9:18 PM
Melissa said...: Anne, I have never made a quilt, but it is on my list of things to do! I have a super-cute pattern and even a bunch of material I picked out for one. If you want to make another quilt, go to www.thimbleblossoms.com. They have the CUTEST patterns!; March 19, 2008 at 2:03 PM
jhoopes said...: BEAUTIFUL! I guess I'm the wrong Jill...; March 20, 2008 at 8:23 PM

Mom's Favorite Quotes

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My Quilt

8 comments: