Almost 20 years ago, I made my son an Irish chain quilt. He loved it, and squeezed it, but I don’t know if he called it George (See reference). Time passed and one day I pulled the quilt out of the dryer and noticed a funny thing. There was a giant lump at the bottom.
Seems my talented son managed to unpick the hand quilting I had done on it, so now the batting was a giant wad at the bottom corner. I asked him if I could have it back and rebuilt it.
He said no and kept it another few years. To be fair, it would probably have taken me that long to quilt it. Then he handed it over. I promptly stuffed it into a 26 gallon tote with the rest of my in process sewing projects and kinda forgot about it.
Then this past Christmas, I purchased new batting and binding for the quilt so I could work on it while it is cold out (and not fell guilty about watching TV).
Then I couldn’t find the dang thing. I searched every tote in my office ( only 9 of them), then the closest, which is the last place I remember stuffing it. Fed up, I returned the items I bought and told the gremlins in my house that I’d given up and they could return the quilt at any time.
I arrived home from returning the stuff then opened the hall closet door to find my heavier coat and there it was, wadded up in the back corner of the closet.
Doh! And it is in very bad shape.
Now he wants me to unpick it and save the squares that are still serviceable and find replacement fabric to make more so he can have a throw blanket. And I said I would. It’ll make a nice baby blanket when he gives me grandkids in 10 or so years:D
In other news, the elves (me, myself and I) have been busy at the ornament repair hospital. The warm between global warming and arctic storms is ready to begin again. Heat Miser’s head rolled off the tree and stopped next to my toe. In the spirit of Christmas, I also
reglued magically affixed Cornelius’s head so he can once again hang out (and perform dentistry) on the Isle of Misfit Toys.