When my husband and I got back from our Arizona trip last month, I noticed a big handled brown bag by the stairs. I asked what it was, and he said something like, oh, mom said she brought this up for you since she knows how much you like this stuff.
This quilt was peeking out of the top. I remembered seeing it at her house before, draped over a 'pirate' chest they use for games. I did remember liking it. That's sweet of her, I thought. I do like this stuff.
It was days before I went back into my sewing room. Somehow, a bunch of ironing got put on top of the bag. And I kind of forgot about it. (I know, I know! Shame on me.) But I knew as soon as I pulled it out there would be this big photo session, and honestly, I didn't have time yet.
So last week, I pulled it out. Man alive, is it beautiful. Really, words just fail me. I promptly placed it at the foot of our bed. This may not be its final spot in the house, but I'm not done looking at all the awesome swatches yet.
Oh, I almost forgot. There was a bunch of other stuff under the quilt. In the bag. And it all blew my mind. Just you wait.
My mother in law has a lot of explaining to do. I don't have all the answers to all my questions about it, yet, but I'll share them when I do.