Six years ago I pulled out a dusty sewing machine. I gathered some of my favorite pieces of fabric and tossed in the duvet I had when I first moved out into my own place. I had no pattern, just a pair of fabric scissors and a vision – I wanted to make a quilt. Ever so lovingly I pieced it together, though the seams are no where near those of my mother-in-law’s.
It ended up being a bit smaller than I’d hoped, and certainly wouldn’t win an award, but it was mine. I snuggled with it during the chilly winter evenings, and it accompanied me on various outdoor adventures. Little did I know, that many years later it would become a certain little someone’s best friend.
“Brown & White” as he lovingly calls it, is his best friend (sometimes he refers to it as his other brother). He now snuggles with it on the couch while watching TV or playing with his Star Wars toys. Brown & White goes with him to bed, and sometimes on a cold morning drive to Starbucks – you guessed it, Brown & White comes along. Many washings later, this sad heap of fabric is nothing to be praised. There are torn seams and you’d have to feel hard to try and find any batting left… but the boy doesn’t seem to mind.
Even through the imperfections – a simple creation I put so much heart and time into is bringing joy to a little boy’s life. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
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