mum - don't look, I mean it

I'll try and throw her off the scent with the rather beautiful pic of Hope Valley. Don't you think that would make a lovely quilt block? Just a square of each fabric, sewn together into a rectangular patchwork block, sashed and quilted. I might have a plan for the new year. I like that idea.


So. Mum. Have you gone now? She says she doesn't read my blog, too many pictures of tattoos. Tattoos are a sore point, a bit of a point of contention betwixt the two of us. Many arguments could be had, we won't go into it, I'll start ranting, she'll start sighing.




Are you gone?



Go on, go away. You'll just ruin your own surprise. Not that it is a real surprise, you picked the fabric, and you've seen the top unquilted. But still, I mean it, go away.





Ok, so I think she might have gone now. I can show the rest of you.

I picked up the quilt I really do hate yesterday (the one for my mum and dad for Christmas). I tried to look excited by it when I saw it, but failed miserably. I do hope Chris the quilter didn't think it was her quilting that was making my face look so sour.

The quilting is beautiful.....oak leaves and acorns, a perfect choice for the William Morris inspired designs.



It wasn't until I got it out, laid it on my bed, and tried to balance on the end of it without falling off (I fell off twice, and bumped my bum on the hard bed post - ouch).
My sour face changed.....



It's actually really lovely.

Do you agree?



Even the husband agreed, and he was really quite mean about it before it was quilted.

Now, to the binding. I think that this year, despite being somewhat of a disappointment where the body art is concerned, I will score excellent daughter points. (Insert smug smile)