This is the second quilt I've made. It's intended to be a companion quilt to the first, pictured at the bottom. Those colorful scrapes were given to me by a friend from my high school days.  She is a serious quilter. I will never be though I do plan on making a stack of these throw size quilts. They are kinda fun to make. I like figuring out what to do with the scrapes. It's kinda one of my things ... working with what is available to create something beautiful and useful. 

I stacked the three pieces, the top, the filler and the bottom, together in the wrong order. It's supposed to be top and bottom "right"sides together next to each other with the filler on the outside of the stack so that when you flip it right side out, the filler is in the middle.  Bet I'll never forget that lesson learned. The quilt will have turquoise hand stitching wavy lines holding it all together. The quilt below used the same scraps organized in the rainbow pattern which was repeated in the quilt pictured above. 

I do not really like these bright colored quilts ... like if I were making them for my own use they would be muted colors. It's turning out, as I become more familiar with QUILTS, that I like modern quilts best. I probably will do one for my bed. Next up for me will be a twin size quilt for my youngest child who gets to move into an apartment for her Sophomore year at college.  She is really rocking her Freshman year.

my first quilt

I'll try to remember to put a picture of the second quilt here when I've finished the handwork. It's going to be cute.

So this friend, she was really the best friend of one of my close friends. Three of those girls who I hang out with now, again after all those years I was away, actually have know each other ever since the "crib baby" room at the First Baptist Church in our hometown. The quilter queen friend (who is a PhD and still works) and I went to Girl's State together and were in the same Driver's Ed trio with Mr. Pruney. She likes to tell the story about my turn at learning what to do if case of "uneven pavement excursions". She says I said I didn't want to do it and in fact I refused to steer myself off the road onto the lower shoulder. That does sound a bit like 16 year old me. Mr. Pruney, not one to take no from one of his students, yanked the wheel crispy to the right and I responded by flooring it. We lost a hubcap in the adjacent cornfield while I was executing donuts. Not on purpose. Once we came to a stop he made us get out and find that hubcap. I had completely forgotten that story before she reminded me by telling it during one of the "girl's weekends" that they've sweetly made me a part of.

That corn field was dusty and sticky hot. I did remember that.