The one thing I’ve realized over the last almost two years of quilting is that I love doing it for others. The making of homemade gift has always touched something in me. Before, when I had more time and I could spend week-ends working on it, I made a lot of preserves and my loved ones could always count on a pickled something to add to their meals or a sweet something to spread on their toast in the morning.
With the little ones the last few years, canning has taken a bit of a back seat, although I do want to get back to it soon, and quilting has been how I show the people I love just how much I love them.
Last week-end was the 3rd birthday of a special little man in my life, the son of a very dear friend. When his little brother “O” was born last fall, I made him a quilt.
Unfortunately, when “W” was born, I hadn’t started quilting yet. For a while I thought of making him one, but then I decided to go another way, something special for him that could remind him of big hugs from his “auntie” Yanic every time he went to bed. His own quilted pillow.
It wasn’t the most popular gift at the birthday party, and I knew that it would not be. I just couldn’t compete, then and there, with the fire truck and the John Deere tractor. Especially in front of his bigger cousins and big brother. But my friend wrote that next morning to tell me that W had requested that from now on, he was to sleep with this new pillow instead of his old one. And that just made me smile.
Good night everyone.