Last week I helped my mom finish a project. She was making a log cabin quilt as a wedding gift for the daughter of her best friend growing up in Berkeley, California. It was fun to help her.
(Don't you love that little playhouse? I dreamed of having something like that as a little girl - and now my own kiddos have that to play in at grandma's house. They are lucky ducks!)
My mom pieced all the log cabin blocks. I helped with the borders, back and binding.
The quilting was done by the talented Becky Heslop. I loved the blue and white shirting for the back.list here) read short essays that were both poignant and hilarious about motherhood. (If I find links to the essays themselves, I will share.)
Their words were just what I needed to hear - to remind me that I'm not alone in this crazy adventure called motherhood and that even though sometimes it is one crazy, demanding, exhausting ride, it is one worth taking. Then my girls and I followed that event with frozen yogurt, an introduction to the movie Hello Dolly, and Saturday morning breakfast at IHOP (the boys were still camping).
Then lunch Saturday with my own mom and all three of my sisters (this is a rare treat!) Hooray for moms and daughters. And log cabin quilts for another mom and daughter. (I had to tie it together somehow.)