I introduce this quilt, unnamed, but so very loved. So many purposes, so many roles.
And so many favorite fabrics in there. Underwater Sisters, Amy Butler prints, an old feedsack, other Heather Ross prints. (Heather if you are reading please reprint our beloved Mendocino...please. I beg of you.)
This quilt is monstrous in size. I compensated by justifying no batting (its a coverlet) and shoved this baby in my machine with force, choice words, rolled, smashed, sweat beading on my forehead...for days.
This is what a quilt becomes, a place for chubby, silky baby thighs to rest, a comfortable place for tears to soak in, the passing tides of time, graduations, moving homes, births.
A part of the family.