That’s me, a bad mother and I mean this in the sense of being somebody’s mother who is not good, not in the ‘street’ sense where ‘mother’ is followed by another word beginning with ‘f’.
I can’t believe it is over a year ago that I posted about starting a quilt for my daughter’s 18th birthday but here’s the post, dated July 2010, so I can’t deny it . How we laughed when I said there was over a year to go so ‘no rush’ and how my daughter laughed yesterday on her birthday when she unwrapped the completed back of the quilt with an I.O.U. note for the rest of it.
Here it is so far. I must really get on and finish it because my other daughter is 16 and a half and, at this rate, I need to start on one for her straight away.