A Quilt for Green

Last year one of the little ones had a rough go of it for a season.
So I made her a quilt.
It was meant to be some kind of tangible love- warm and soft and hugging.
Also bright and colorful and maybe nonsensical.
Below Grace's quilt is Caoimhe's- made when she was a babe.
Some of the fabrics I dyed, printed, painted, silkscreened or designed on Spoonflower.
(those fabrics have been noted with a yellow star.)
All my love to you!

everytime I hear a helicopter overhead

I think "That is the guy who will catch me if I try to swim across the river to Canada.  Aww,  nuts."

if you're gonna cheat, cheat big.

Happening!

this is a shoe.

Pencil Case- a roller.

"Look, mom- no zipper!"

Because maybe I'm a little intimidated by zippers

also I love you.

this thing happened today

There was laundry to be done. A terrific quantity of laundry. The proverbial mountain thereof.
But the lint sock (thingy) was completely past its useful life and in desperate need of replacing.
With loads of children busy all around the house doing very important and productive things- including a sweet little sickish one (contributing tremendously to the aforementioned dirty laundry) there was no good sense in going to the store to replace that lint sock (thingy).
So I used one of my stockings.
But not just any stocking. One of the glamourous, luxurious, decadent (read: expensive) thigh-high stockings that I wore only once ever: on my wedding day.
Look, I was never going to wear them again. I haven't in almost ten years.
This is a banner day. A significant, milestone, ebenezer day.
I loved my wedding. I still adore my husband. I cherish all of the laundry-producing littles.
So I say- nothing but the best for their lint.
I am laundress, hear me roar!