>> Friday, March 5, 2010
Now on day ten of an unending headache/low level earache marathon, I've decided I'm too cranky to be reasonable on any controversial topic. So, instead, I'm going to provide an homage to my excellent friend, Eleanor. Eleanor was one of my first on-line friends, providing me a great deal of great information on Nelson Eddy (who I had an obsession with for a while - but that's a whole other story).
She is one of the sweetest and most giving people anywhere and it's a privilege to know her. One of the things she does, other than research and write is make beautiful stunning quilts. I remember her telling us many years ago that she no longer makes quilts for people; mostly she makes them for museums.
Yet, more than six years ago, she made a gorgeous quilt for my newborn son. Here he is, as a newborn, showing it off:
It wasn't only the perfect weight and gorgeous and stunning (the picture does not do it's justice) - Alex loved it.
And he still does.
This is what happens to a quilt if a young boy uses it every single night of his life, who won't go to sleep unless he has it.
Lee won't let me repair it. He says that "ruins" a blanky. I'm not sure I readily could fix it now.
But, believe me, it's earned it's lumps.
Thank you, Eleanor. You've made the most precious thing in my son's life.