Wednesday, January 6, 2010

although receiving is nice...

...it really is better to give! These are the quilties I made for my parents for Christmas...

For years my mom had a really looong table cloth. It worked well on her really looong table but she got tired of it. A while back she asked me if we could work together to make a table runner out of it. I told her it would have to wait until after Christmas and things slowed down. However... somehow this great pattern came to mind (and I knew she loved the design), things fell into place, and voila, the perfect gift! Don't you love it when that happens?
It's a really long runner, about 6 feet x 3 feet... I lengthened the origional, made it twice and then joined the two together. Here's a close up of one flower... Merry Christmas, Mom!













And way back in the summer while on holidays, I came across some great camper themed fabric. My dad loved it and ordered a lap size quilt. Well, Merry Christmas, Dad! You've got your lakeside scene, hot mugs of coffee, pesky black flies, log cabin (blocks), and campers in the borders... like I said, the only thing missing is the baked beans!













7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Kim. I really appreciate all the love and hard work that went into this special quilt. There WAS love too, wasn`t there? Just checking. I think it will have to come fishing with me.
Love ya. Dad

Andrea Hildebrandt said...

Yeah!!! These were definitely labors of love for you Kim...so glad to see the finished products!

Anonymous said...

Disregard the fishing idea from Dad. I personally think it would look great on the family room wall. As for my gift, you couldn`t have chosen a better pattern. Thanks so-o-o much.
A lotta love from this corner,too.
Mom

Colleen/And Baby Makes Five said...

Now those are the best kinds of handmades, Kimberly...

And your Dad's note is just so sweet!

basketsnprims said...

Gorgeous work!
Pam

Karen said...

I like the "January" snowman stitchery in your blog header. Do you have one for each month?

Debbie said...

One can see all of the love that you put into those. I loved the black flies. I hadn't heard that term since I lived in Maine.

Stay Warm,
Debbie