It might be called a “red letter” day when Dennis’ nephew, Brett, was at the point of hand hemming his first large quilt. Since the beginning of February he has been soaking up as much about quilting from YouTube videos and me that was possible.
Yesterday, Brett and I sat in his side-by-side recliners and stitched until the quilt was hemmed and deemed done. I pride myself to be a seasoned quilter and I give my hat off to Brett for having a finished quilt that he did just exactly step by step as I would have done . . . no shortcuts. Threading the hemming needle went well for Brett until the little silver cheater for threading the needle was lost in the cushions.
The fabric that Brett was working with was of a cowboy motif. It will be finding its home in one of their spare bedrooms. In the meantime it is flanking the open stairwell railings going to their basement. How wonderful for a fellow to find a hobby when his livelihood is all about the mighty ‘crete’, aka: cement and concrete. Often men forget to foster an interest in something other than that one thing that has been their focus during their entire adulthood. When I left he was planning on making a matching wall hanging with the remaining fabric.