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.
1 comment:
There are no quilt police. And I adore this.
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