Poor little guy. This quilt has been through such sad existance, I PRAY that he gets sold at the Holiday Handmade Market next month, and given to some adorable happy baby so that his little soul can be restored.
He was born on a freezing, snowy night last winter, as the fire crackled and I was itching to make a super bright, scrappy log cabin with a jelly roll I had lying around. The blocks came together pretty quickly, but came the morning sun and I was on to other projects. I tucked him away, not feeling inspired to quilt him just yet. I pieced and quilted another quilt. And another. And another. And a dozen.
A year later, I’m gettting ready to sell a few things at the market and who do I remember? Oh yeah, the saddest happy little log cabin ever. Poor lonely buddy. So I pulled him out and stitched up a back, and low and behold, I LOVE the back! I love the back even more than the front! (tear trickles down quilt top’s cheek).
Then I go to quilt him and what do I find??? My quilt’s been attacked by the blade slashing hasher! Diced and sliced! Either I set him on a rotary blade and then did a jig on him, or my kids were involved (not sure what’s more disturbing), but somehow this little guy was cut to pieces. I think I counted 9 or 10 cuts on one of the blocks.
Rats. Surgery time. Stitched up all his sad little battle wounds. He’s better now, but the scars still ache.
Hated that plain white border I chose. Something was off…the width? The color? Lack of quilting? So, for the first time in my quilting life, I sewed some rick rack onto that doggone border, and voila. So cheery!
Oh, the life of a quilt… Hopefully snuggles are in the near future. He deserves it!