I finished the last of the binding on Daddio's quilt yesterday. I cried the whole time. This has been one of those weeks that I have just blubbed my heart out at least once a day.
I tufted the yo yo's with pearl cotton to reinforce the stitches I put in them. I haven't been brave enough to put it in the wash machine. If anything happened to it I just might die.
It's really a thing of beauty even though it brings back such terrible memories. It was put together during a very rough time in Daddio's life.
After too many dislocated hips, his hip replacement had to redone. He had to stay in bed almost a month strapped to a big foam thing waiting to get the okay for surgery. We all had to do round the clock care. To keep him busy and us sane we all worked together using up all the scraps in his enormous scrap bin. It was a real family affair. Here's the original post if you are interested.
It's one of his biggest quilts. I can stretch out on it.
I'm even happy with my machine quilting this time around. I think the loops work with the overall whimsical design. Now it's tucked away with great grandma's quilts until I am ready to part with it. It might be a while.