ladygen

Every year on this day I think back and reflect on who my mom was, shed many tears, and wish we'd gotten to know each other as adults, instead of parent/child. She's been gone for 7 years today, taken away from us by breast cancer.

My quilt lives on the back of my sewing chair for when I get cold in here; I see it all the time, and it reminds me where and who I come from.

These two quilts were made for me and my brother (though Mom didn't get the chance to finish them, my aunt finished them for us). He has requested I hold onto his until he's more stable and mature... has a home of his own, and isn't afraid of the quilt being damaged or destroyed.

I wish I had these fabrics to incorporate into my own scrap quilts...

These were both long-arm quilted with dragonflies, as my mom loved them, and I have taken on not only her passionfor quilting, but her passion for dragonflies as well - they're all over my house (and one on my back) now!