so many of my photographs are of beds?!?
comfortable
personal
rumpled
intimate
unmade
unmade
made
dark
light
safe
in
i made this little quilt for our first born when he became a big brotherand moved from the crib to a big bed
into his own little room
in our very first house
it was a little version of the one i made
for his dad
'big blue'
when he was in college and i was away in alabama
from all our jeans
i had saved over the years
my aunt pat set up her quilting frame for me in the middle of her living room
and that winter we moved there
that's what i did
then i stuffed it into a box and shipped it to my hon
and he remembers it exploding out of this little box when he opened it
filling his dorm room!
i used to know the origin of every patch
mine
my dad's
my hon's
dom's
now i don't remember
this 'little blue' is about 25 years old now
just starting to get 'character' as my dad would say
it's unravelling
and loosing it's stuffing...
and held together by a thread in some places
and so often it's just piled away in the linen closet
and then the kids are here
and it's pulled out
and used
to sleep a baby on
then thrown over the bed as the sheets are washed
for the next round of visitors....
and i catch it out of the corner of my eye as i pass by a now empty room
and realize how i love it more and more as each year passes by
3 comments:
What sweet words...and what lovely memories they convey!
How very lovely, your description and the memories – a beautifully told story. :)
I wish my bed could be described in your terms. I have quilts that I've picked up that continually speak to me with their stories of who made them and how they got worn. My kids call me crazy.
Gloria
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