Grandma’s handmade quilts have love in every stitch. Those days with Grandma are long gone but not her love, her patience, and her commitment to hard work. Those parts of my Grandmother will be with me each day in her quilts.
“When life throws you scraps, make a quilt.” Well my stash is full of scraps. I have spent the better part of yesterday trying to clean up the not one drawers, but the many locations where those scraps are kept. I tell myself to keep them you might just need that piece for something. Drawers and boxes later, those lonely lavenders, bored blues, and sulking silvers and shades of every other hue imaginable are waiting their turn to be a patch in one of my handmade baby quilts.
Checking into any dictionary you might find that the definition of the word “quilt” is defined as a coverlet when used as a noun, but in its verb form, it is the process for making a special type of material or creating a design.
My poor bear… He or she has been working so hard and appearing in many of my baby crib quilt photos, yet he does NOT have a name.
What would you name this cute and cuddly bear?