|Mark and Moses enjoying the quilt before it's washed and mailed.|
I 'gave' this quilt to my father for Christmas the first year Mark came home to Texas with me (2010). At that time, it was a pieced quilt top and that was it. Needless to say, my father was less than impressed with my unfinished gift.
|Moses knows it's not for him...|
I brought it back home to DC with me and it sat for a good long while on my shelf collecting dust. Eventually (I don't remember when), I got around to doing the quilt sandwich and started stitching. But my straight lines weren't straight and the quilt was doing that horrible shifty thing quilts sometimes do. In frustration, I stuck it away for another long period of time.
Last fall, I finally dug it out again and spent several hours with my seam ripper. I re-basted the quilt and then started the stitches again with my walking foot, this time, smooth as buttah. I bound it, washed it and mailed it to my dad this last Christmas.
I'm so glad it's finally done!
|I quilted dense straight lines across the white sashing approximately 1/4" apart.|
The fabrics in this quilt are very meaningful to me. I am certain most quilters have favorite fabrics that they love to work with. These blue batiks are cut from a few meters that I truly consider some of my most prized possessions. I purchased the fabric from a market in Yogyakarta when I lived in Indonesia almost 7 (!) years ago. They were probably the most beautiful thing I brought home with me! I'm sure you can find batik fabric online and in stores that is also lovely, but I still remember haggling with the vendor, adding more meters to drive the price down, stretching my Indonesian language skills, working my mental math muscles as quickly as possible in the dappled sunlight. These hand printed batiks will be very slowly portioned out for only the most special projects until I can kembali (return) to Indonesia some day!
|I love the fact that the quilting isn't perfect.|
|keeping the back simple with a soft solid white sheet.|
|you can see the quilting I did in each of the squares between rows of sashing.|
We couldn't get to Houston last year, my first Christmas away from my family (besides the one I spent in Indonesia). As Mark says, a quilt is like a warm hug. I hope my dad feels that when he lays in his recliner under this quilt at night to watch TV.
I was glad to see my dad using his quilt during my visit to Houston. It is already well-loved!
|love you, Daddy!|