I don’t think he knew that when he said his vows, that he knew it actually meant holding up quilts and not me… he’s handled my
obsession hobby well, even though I spend quite a bit of time away from him and with Big Bertha. I’ve been playing around with the idea of making Forrest a quilt since I started, and I had it all planned out. A bookshelf quilt. However, he then saw a quilt that Sarah over at Georgia Girl Quilts had made, and he said, “That’s awesome; do you think you could make that?” Well, when he loves something, I run with it! That night I bought a layer cake of comma and a ton of low volume fabrics that reminded me of his personality. Then I stashed it away… and stashed it away. Today he finally has his own quilt.
I have loved the entire process of making this quilt.
And the back!
I had so much fun picking out all of the low volume fabrics…
See the ironing fabric… he.irons.everything. I walk around a wrinkled mess.
I love the texture of the square quilting!
And, finally, a secret message in the quilting:
There aren’t enough words for me to tell my husband how much I love the way he loves me. So, I made him a quilt to have and to hold.