Mom used to say that my creativity came from my dad. He’s the singer, the guitar player, and the woodworker, among many other talents.
And he is creative. But he’s not alone.
Mom has an eye for beauty.
An eye for color.
In the last couple years, she has taken up quilting again.
I love seeing her different projects.
When we visit her house, I get to see the different fabrics and quilts she is planning and piecing together. The batiks are my favorites.
Last year she worked through the family and made each of us a quilt.
She crafted this beautiful batik ombre quilt for my husband and me. There are starbursts of silver and metallic blues in some of the fabrics. Little snowflakes.
She has also made some adorable baby quilts.
And some fashionable baby quilts.
She has also worked on projects with my daughter. I love this pink jelly roll quilt that they made together.
It’s a blessing and a delight to have been raised by creative people. And to have those gifts passed down to my children as well.
Thanks, Mom, for all the beauty you have breathed into my life, quilting and otherwise.
Photo credit: my parents