I suppose this qualifies as one of my Positive Posts. Makes me happy anyway. I just put a quilt on my bed, one that I made a couple years ago. It's probably my favorite of all the quilts I've made. My husband only likes it if he can turn it over and put the backside facing out.
It's wild with color. I used at least a hundred different fabrics, little two-inch squares of color all sewn together. It's a very homey-looking quilt. Poor little orphan quilt that nobody loves but me. And I'll tell you why.
I can look at every one of those squares and tell you something about the fabric I used. See the light green fabric with the butterflies that look like watercolor paint? That's from a small length of fabric that was sent to me for my birthday from a quilt guild friend. Right next to it are two different fabrics that I used in a table runner. I don't have it any more because I donated it to a charity auction for a little boy with cancer. If the money it brought in made things a little easier for his family then I was happy to do it. I know each fabric, and it makes me happy to remember each one.
(The pic is small. I can't pick out the fabrics I was telling you about, unfortunately.)
Anyway, it looks really nice on the bed, I think.
