I started a quilt for my Sis who lives in Belen, NM (about 35 miles south of me) before I moved down here. Had it "done" and had the sandwich made (for you nonquilters, that's when the top, batt, and backing are pinned together for quilting) and decided I didn't like it. So it went into a box, one of several, that went into my car and came down during my first trip when I found and bought my home. And there it stayed. In the box. Even after it came from her home to mine.
This is a special quilt, it's a memory quilt. Jim, her husband, died a few months ago, and I asked her to send me one of his shirts, one of her favorites, for a quilt. She sent me a striped shirt. And I started work on the quilt shortly thereafter. And then didn't like it.
OK, now to this past week. I had company for the first part of the week and wasn't thinking of quilts, or anything other than my company, then he traveled on, and I began to think of the quilt. One of my neighbors (I have very nice neighbors!) has a large van, and graciously took me to Lowe's where I bought two 8'x4'x1" pieces of solid insulation and brought them and me back home. After years of drooling and dreaming, I had a design wall for my quilting.
I put the quilt on the wall and stared at it. And stared. And then, after staring a while longer, I "saw" the quilt. Jim loved life with a passion, and he loved cats, dogs, and Kitty, but not necessarily in that order ;-).
I got busy, ripped the right half of the quilt apart (the long vertical stripe is part of the original) added the shorter stripes, and the two cats. Then I re-pinned the quilt, and quilted it, added the edging, and finished sewing it, and the label on the back, last night. The only thing it's missing is the pocket button on the large striped cat. (By the way, Jim was something like 6'7" tall--
The name of the quilt is Pockets of Love. It's big enough to take a nap under when the weather cools down. The back is flannel so it will be cozy and snuggly. The quilting is simple vertical stitching, which is what gives it the chevron wrinkly shadows if you can see them. All of it is quilted except the two pockets. One in the large vertical stripe, and one on the Jim Cat.
"There is no death. Only a change of worlds." –Seattle (Sealth) 1786-1866, Suquamish chief)