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The Story of How I Became a Quilter

My Mom made me a beautiful quilt for my birthday.  She gets them quilted professionally at a cute little quilt shop about 45 minutes north of us, you can read this post on my inability to fit in with the quilters.

But anyway.  Today we drove up there to drop off my quilt top and to pick out a backing for it.  Last minute Bubby and John decided to come along, too.  Bubby seemed pretty happy wandering around the quilt shop while my Mom and I looked for a fabric to match the top we brought…when all of a sudden we heard it.  The gag and splot.  Camper gagged, and the puke sploted.  On the hardwood floor.  And on a ream of fabric.

I immediately tried to clean it up, but seeing as how it’s kind of an upscale “get your fancy fabric here” kind of store, I knew that the puke would not add to the overall pattern. And although the fabric was actually one that coordinates with his room decor (quite well…) he definitely hit some $8.95 a yard.  I don’t know about you, but if your kid throws up on some merchandise I kind of feel the need to buy it.  So I did whatever any self-respecting parent would do.  I found something that coordinated and bought a yard of each.  The lady put the pukey spot in a separate bag for me.

Then I picked out some flannels, too.  Because why not?  So now I’m trying to figure out how to get motivated to change said pieces of fabric into actual blankets.  I had a five minute thought process earlier in which I convinced myself to simply wrap the fabric around my child as is.  That could work, right?

I think I’ll look at this as an opportunity to delve into the quilter world at least a BIT before moving on.  Maybe I’ll like it, maybe it’ll turn out like scrapbooking…who knows?  I think it’s better to do it now with my Mom nearby to make sure that the fabric my kid choose all on his own at least gets made into SOMETHING.  Right?

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One Response to “The Story of How I Became a Quilter”

  1. paulette says:

    Well at least he got the kind of fabric he liked, LOL. And one other good thing, at least it was not one of the “power puke, get-everything-within-a-yard kind,” that would have been much more expensive. LOL Love ya P

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