Today is Father's Day so it is rather appropriate that I waited until today to write this post. Being strictly honest, I meant to write it yesterday, but the day wasn't long enough. This morning it suddenly struck me, it was fait accompli. What better day to write my final post on the quilt made from my father's shirts than Father's Day?
Just for a quick recap. Sandra of mmm.quilts.com decided to have a quilt a long using a design of her own, Freefall. It is of Canadian maple leaves fallen onto a bigger maple leaf, which itself is lying on a background of fallen maple leaves. This all came about at the time of Dad's death in March, and all of a sudden it clicked together. My father loved nature, and walking and particularly walking through forest parks. Now, I don't mean orienteering off the beaten track type of thing, though he did that too when he was younger, but in the evenings and Sunday afternoons, we all bundled into the car and went for a walk through a forest or up a mountain. Sometimes I must admit in my teenage years, I wasn't the most willing, but I treasure those days now.
Anyhow, my sister and I sorted out some of our favourite "dad's shirts". My father didn't buy new clothes often, he bought quality and expected it to last. This meant there were shirts there from ten or so years ago. As my teenage niece said today, isn't it nice he didn't buy lots of clothes so that some of those shirts really have good memories.
The really pale check with the white background is in a photo taken when my daughter and nieces were about 16 and 14 and 4 years old respectively.
The green shirt I used for the main background was a favourite of mine. One of my favourite photos of dad was sitting on his garden seat, wearing that green shirt and drinking coffee. I used to bring my finished (?) quilts down to photograph in his garden. He had a nice summer house where he used to listen to the cricket on the radio and there were tubs and planters on the decking balustrade.
It was quite cathartic making this quilt, as you can imagine. I am a pragmatic type of person, I like to be doing rather than feeling sorry for myself. I found making this quilt helped me to come to terms with things better and made me feel closer to dad. At times there was a pleasant whiff of his washing powder, and off the older shirts, at times, a not so pleasant whiff of cigarette smoke! (even after a long period of non smoking, the smell was still there. Goodness knows what it does to arteries and lungs then).
So, today is Father's Day and I am giving this quilt to my sister for her to use in her caravan. I am going to just leave it over the settee for her to find after I leave my niece home from her overnight stay. Better that way.
And don't worry about me, there is still plenty of shirt left for me to make something. Though not of the green shirt, we went right to the wire or the buttons with that one!
Linking up with Sandra and her Freefallqal linky party