This is one tired quilt! Mom’s patched, mended and embroidered all over it in an effort to repair it as best as she can. But time, and lots of little boy love, have taken their toll.
He’s a middle-schooler now, but the quilt stays in its place of honor on the bed along with about a half dozen of his other quilts. When he’s sick, this is his go-to comfort quilt.
The prairie-point border is disintegrating from so many trips through the washing machine and the backing fabric is paper-thin.
The photo above signaled the end to this sweet little quilt’s journey. When I told him there was no way it could be fixed again, that we’d have to retire it, he wanted to know how long it would take me to make him another. From the same pattern. Using the same fabric. Hey, no pressure here! Luckily, my Mom still has the pattern and I spent today hunting reasonably similar fabrics, hoping that close enough will be good enough.
How many of us can say we’ve been loved to pieces by a child?