I have never been one to sew; I think I get that from my mom. Whenever something needs sewn at my house my dad is always the one to do it. That is why I am super proud of the fact that I made my very own quilt. In some ways this was a harder feat than the marathon,* but it’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while using old tee-shirts**. I could not have done this without exponential help and patience from my grandma, who fixed the sewing machine after I messed it up about every five minutes. Here it is!
*That’s a testament to how much I do not enjoy sewing.
**Which I know all you real quilters out there think is totally cheating, and I totally agree.
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