With temperatures dropping, it seemed appropriate to launder our quilts and set them out in the fresh air to dry. A few of these treasures see plenty of use, and others have been carefully packed away for quite some time...waiting for just the right spot. The process of washing, hanging and admiring was so satisfying, that I decided to share it with you, too. The top quilt has seen much use and is starting to show some wear and tear. That's OK, because it's store bought - to replace the big blue blanket on my futon in my first post-college apartment. I still like the color palette and pretty little calico patterns.
Many of the women in Erick's family are accomplished quilters, and we have several handmade creations to prove it. The blue and tan log cabin quilt was a gift from his grandma for college graduation. She's made graduation and wedding quilts for each of her grandchildren and baby quilts for every great grandchild. The family has grown rapidly in the last few years, so she's been extremely prolific and has yet to miss an event or a baby.
I still remember opening this quilt Erick's mom made for us the morning after our wedding. My mother-in-law has a way with color that never ceases to impress me. The giant gift bag full of brightly colored pillows of all shapes and sizes was particularly thrilling, too.
Cuddling under a handmade quilt - knowing that every fabric and each piece was sewn with you in mind - is truly something special. Inconceivable amounts of time, money and love went into each finished piece, as evidenced by the handwritten inscription Gramma wrote on our wedding quilt, which is lovely blend of earthy greens, browns and a little rose for good measure.
Ta da! May I present the guest bed, in our newly reorganized guest bedroom. We were lucky enough to find a very soft bed just in time for a vist from Cathy, the colorful quilter herself. Having a real guest bed - as opposed to an air matress - makes me feel so grown up. (I spent an inordinate amount of time arranging the pillows just so, knowing the entire time that they are seen by three of the four residents of my home as pillow fight amunition. Oh well. When company is not present, they are safely stowed in a proper container under the bed!)