I turned over the quilts yesterday. (Don’t mind the crappy lighting in my apartment).

I was holed up in my apartment for the majority of the weekend finishing up. I think in total it took me about 60 hours to complete the project.

Also I took them to the laundromat to fluff them up in the dryer and THANK GOD an employee stopped me. Apparently, you can’t put dry items in the high power utility dryers they have in a laundromat. They’ll catch on fire. I would have had a heart attack.

When my coworker came to pick them up, she knew every piece. That khaki sliver is the Izod shirt she shrunk in the dryer (and then denied doing so). The blue triangle is that shirt that was so faded but he refused to stop wearing it. The Polo pajama pants are the ones he wore all the time while in hospice.

She knew which quilt would have to go to which daughter based on tiny pieces of shirts that one daughter bought for him, or another daughter had a matching one in her size.

It was worth every minute to be able to do that for her. I’m usually a relatively hard and sarcastic person, but this is probably the best gift I’ve ever been able to give someone.

Have a Merry Christmas, everyone!