Admittedly they have their 'awwwww' moments. But in general, they are loud, annoying, they interrupt constantly, they take so much time, they are expensive, they are very, very messy, and they frequently cause me to clench my teeth.
But then a thought popped into my head that is going to make all you quilters giggle. I have to thank my son for quilting. My first ever quilt was started long before (like 5 years before) he was born. But he was the reason I finished it. That quilt was the reason I went to a quilting exhibition. That exhibition was the reason I signed up for patchwork and quilting lessons. And the rest, as they say, is history.
So tonight whilst I am grumpy and sighing and carrying on like a toddler, I was snapped out of it by that thought.
|I found this when I went to bed last night. Those are her grubby cuddlies on my bedside table (which I really must repaint - brown is soooo yesterday). An 'awww' moment, until I had to heave her into her own bed - she's heavy!|
|A real 'awww' moment.|
|When they were cuddlier and didn't talk back so much!|
|My first ever quilt. (And my first ever baby wrapped up in it).|