Q=quilting

I grew up tying quilts with my mom. I have very fond memories of being very young, and playing under a quilt-in-process, while my mom and older sisters sat around it and chatted while they tied it. Even Scott learned to tie quilts during the time in our early marriage when we lived with my parents for a few months! So, of course, I wanted to teach my girls the joys of tying quilts with the female folk. I see it as a rite of passage, and was excited to introduce them to it. I had envisioned how they'd just think it was so cool, and love to cut the yarn and tie the ends into tidy little knots. I even explained to them how it was going to the Women's Crisis Shelter and would be given to a sad little boy or girl who has to hide from their abusive father. My mental image was straight out of the Ensign, I must admit. As real life goes, it didn't happen that way. Savannah whined about how boring it was while Irelynd complained that she didn't want to tie the knots, just cut the yarn. And in the background Brighton destroyed Grandma's house (see him in the living room above? He's scouting out the premises.)

She's trained well enough to smile on demand. Looks like she's having a great time, though, doesn't it? She did...for the first 5.6 seconds!

Oh well, at least we got a quilt done (I still have to sew the edges) and I introduced them to quilting. They will learn the value before I'm done buggin them about it!