The day that I saw Hubby, then an upperclassman I sought to avoid in fear of the push-ups I always was made to do, in a different light, he was simply sitting right across me at lunch. ROTC was like a fraternity, and by default, should there be any of our brothers and sisters in the cafeteria, those are whom we ate with. And, after 3 years of eating with the same folks, I was taken aback at the halo of light beaming from behind his head. Though now, looking back, I can probably deduct that it was the skylight channeling the San Francisco sun that was behind all of that. In any case, I was smitten.
From the beginning of our relationship we were challenged with distance. I, the avid crying girlfriend, hanging on until the last possible minute at the airport, and he, full of reassuring words that things would be alright. We were a sight to be seen, and Hubby still reminds me of the spectacle I made, my face totally black from my mascara, and my heavy loud sobs.
But, here we are and at almost 11 years we are together still, and while you must think that in all of that show of my undying love in airports past, that he should have a myriad of sewn goodies that have spilled from my fingers, you will be surprised to know that he. doesn't. have. much.
Not one quilt.
Well, not until this weekend.
He finally has a quilt to call his own. I used the zig zag pattern I am enamored with, with distinct lines I was looking for to just show enough masculinity, even using Kaufann's owls fabric. Hubby looked at the owls before I undertook the project and eyed it hesitantly, but now, in its totality he loves it too, thank goodness.
Hubby is a tad shy of 6ft tall, and this quilt covers his feet and legs comfortably and up to his waist. It will be taking its residence in his office, on his leather chair, where you can find him in any given quiet moment, reading.
Maybe while under the quilt he will forget that his wife was (is?) and bundle of raw emotions.
Ah, worth a try :0)
Thanks for looking!