I've had miles and miles of binding to sew onto Daddio's quilts this week.
He's had quite a lot of things rolling off his assembly line lately.
Strangely enough, I put the last stitches into his Labor of Love quilt within days of his finding out that a great-granddaughter is finally on the way. When Daddio goes off to the big fabric store in the sky, it is his wish that she inherit his little tribute to Mom. Due to the fragility of its vintage material, it is not a good baby quilt but it is the prefect size for rolling up dollies in or for tea parties under the trees.
There is only a small amount of hand quilting on it, so to stabilize it, the hexagons were tied in the center which gives them a flowery appearance, which I love.
I have to admit, now that it is done, Daddio knew what he was doing. The whole time I was helping him with it, I thought it was the ugliest thing in the world but now I think it's quite beautiful. I'm pretty sure Mom would have liked it, too.