Some old jeans.
A few remnants bought at salvage.
A couple of hours with the sewing machine and a patch of whirring silence.
I bound the edges before I applied the fabric for the back.
I think I may have cheated in a game where the rules aren't really clear to me.
She didn't care.
To her it was perfect.
She curled up underneath it and drifted off to sleep.
There are no quilt police. And I adore this.
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