This weekend I finally got around to fabric shopping for a quilt for That Boy. The truth is, I had little enthusiasm for a project that had to fit in with notions of masculinity. I wasn’t sure it was my thing. At all. But me and my girls searched (That Boy stayed in the car, obviously, because real men don’t choose fabrics…) and suddenly there were all these amazing batik prints of wildness and trees and fossils and dinosaurs andandand… I got all enthused.
I spent all day yesterday cutting fabric into small pieces and sewing the small pieces together to make a big piece.
I am ridiculously in love with this quilt. If I wasn’t also ridiculously fond of That Boy, I’d probably refuse to part with it.