I am having the hardest time photographing this quilt. I admit it is BRIGHT purple, green and red and this may be a little hard on my poor camera. And I live in a dark, shadowy house filled with nightlights and soft light and soon, Christmas lights, so this might also pose a challenge.
My first quilt was started by my Great-Grandmother. We found it wrapped in garbage bags in the rafters of our garage at the cottage. My Mom and I took a quilting course one weekend and learned how to complete it. The pins that were holding it together were thick and heavy and made of iron. The fabrics were from dresses worn by my Grandma and her sisters, sheets that had covered their beds, and old shirts of my Great Grandfather. We bought navy blue fabric for the backing and the border. The ladies at the quilting store were SO excited about it. My Mom and I worked on it all winter and presented it to my Grandma for her 75th birthday. She and my aunts and my whole family really were thrilled. Grandma ran her hands over it and told us where each of the prints had come from. It sits on an antique rocking chair in her room. So really, I should not have been intimidated at all by a little flannel quilt for my son's bed. But I'm weird.
Actually, this wasn't too far off from the one I had made for my Grandma, at least in terms of sentiment for me. I had originally bought the green and purple fabrics intending to make a quilt but ran out of time and ended up making receiving blankets. They were awesome. My boys had them in their strollers, on the grass at the park, after swimming a few times, on the dock at the cottage. All sorts of places. And when they got too big for them I just couldn't wrap them up and put them in strorage. So I took them apart and cut them up into squares.