I not only made a quilt for Sarah’s father-in-law (see yesterday’s post), but eventually she brought me some high school track shirts of her own. Again, there weren’t a lot of them, but they were shirts that meant a lot to Sarah, now grownup, a mother of two, owner of her own business. She kept meaning to make the quilt herself, but like most of us – where was the time for that? She had a business to run, children to feed, a husband to take care of, a house to clean . . .
So she asked me to make the quilt. […]