The Big Man

There is a Big Man in my life. He is one of my parents’ best friends and he and I have shared a close bond. Recently I found out that Jim had been in the hospital for quite awhile, and nearly died a couple of times. I went immediately to the hospital the next day to see him.

But before I did that, I started cutting.

You see, I never got to make my Dad a quilt before he died, and I am not letting that happen with Jim. The picture is of me basting last night at my Mom’s (thank goodness for her floor space :)). I almost finished the quilting today but it was giving my shoulder a lot of trouble so I am hoping to finish that on Monday. I hope to have the whole thing bound and ready to go to Jim by next weekend.

In other news, I realise I have missed all my subsequent “Favourite Friday” posts since the debut one. I now have a reminder in my computer… cross fingers it works LOL! I am terrible at following through on blog ideas :)