The only tiny needle that saw any action here this week was the one on the sewing machine. I really want this off my plate so any free time goes to it. It's growing. It's wild. It's wonky. I hope the recipient appreciates the sentiment rather than the craftsmanship. I'm doing my best but it is pretty questionable.
I was just thinking how this is the third quilt I've put together for Dad's lady friend but it is the first one I have put together alone and it's been bittersweet. Here's Dad working on the first one we made her. It would have been his 92nd birthday on Sunday.
Here he is working on the second one we made her. I don't miss the stress of caring for him but I do miss him.
We finished that Serendipity top in 2012 but I didn't finish putting it together until 3 months after his demise. I can hardly believe there was a six year delay in gifting it but blogs are good at remembering what you forget. Going back and looking all this up sure gave me a bad case of the feels. I'll get over it. I always do.