A Pound of Flesh

There was a time I thought I’d never finish. But inch by inch, square by square, I sewed.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnd I sewed. And I sewed. And I messed up (Don’t look too closely).


Yes, those are skulls and crossbones on the quilt. This is my oldest daughter’s blanket. It took me two years to finish. There’s a pound of flesh from hand quilting the queen-sized blanket. Every square is handstitched to the batting and backing (which is black BTW).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe long strips on the sides had to be added, as she upgraded from a twin mattress to a queen-sized one in the process. The tips of my fingers under the quilting hoop were raw and bloody, but everything came out in the wash.

Then I gave it to my daughter. She didn’t want to give it back to me to even take a picture. Cyanide, her cat, sat on it and didn’t move when I snuck into her room. Finally, she noticed a few slipped stitches and gave it back to me to repair. Once I fixed it, I was smart enough to photograph it before returning it to her and her cat.

My son’s quilt is next. His is bigger larger even than king-sized. Boy am I glad skin grows back:D

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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2 Responses to A Pound of Flesh

  1. Dan says:

    Congratulations on two things. The first of course is getting the quilt done and it looks very nice. But more importantly is raising you kids right. You literally put you sweat and blood into it and your daughter knows that and appreciates your effort as well as loving your work. How do I know this? Simply because you could have gone and bought her one that was similar or better made but she wanted one made by her mother and cherishes it. How many kids would have said “yeah, that’s nice” (if even that) and then dumped it not caring about the labor that went into it.

  2. I made her one with farm animals when she was younger and she literally wore the fabric off. It looks like red lattice. She’s been pestering me for years to make her a new one so I did. Then her brother picked out one he wants–jack o’lanterns made with Halloween fabric. Only my youngest doesn’t really care for quilts:( She likes the crocheted blankets my mother made her. Now, she knows how to crochet herself (I don’t need any more hobbies) and makes her own stuff.

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