My ridiculous brother Madhav is a little bit picky. Or a lot picky. Anyway, once upon a long time ago, he asked my mother to make him a quilt. He was *very* exacting in his requirements - the quilt had to be made of triangles, it had to be scrappy, and the triangles couldn't be too big.
My mother hates piecing triangles and typically avoids them like the plague, but then again, she's very nice, and for some odd reason, likes my brother. So, she got started on this quilt last summer, finally finished piecing the triangles yesterday (it kept going on the back burner), and sent me a photo of the still-to-be-assembled-quilt this morning.
Dear readers, isn't it gorgeous? I think it's perfectly acceptable to steal this quilt before it gets to my brother. Right?
My mother hates piecing triangles and typically avoids them like the plague, but then again, she's very nice, and for some odd reason, likes my brother. So, she got started on this quilt last summer, finally finished piecing the triangles yesterday (it kept going on the back burner), and sent me a photo of the still-to-be-assembled-quilt this morning.
Dear readers, isn't it gorgeous? I think it's perfectly acceptable to steal this quilt before it gets to my brother. Right?