happpiness is a coverlet

I remade our bed this week, and changed our winter quilt for this delightful coverlet.
It was made by the neighbour of my gran, my mum says she never ever knew her first name, and she was always called Mrs ....



Each tiny square is handsewn, and it is such a thrill to have it on the bed. I have coveted it for years, it's graced the spare bed at mum and dad's house for as long as I can remember, and last week my mum turned up with it, and said I could have it. Totally out of the blue, no reason, or occasion, just because she knew I liked it. I could have cried (there's been a lot of that recently, house stress.........)



there is a centre of squares, and then rows and rows of matching squares, cut out of all types of fabrics, I'm sure this check is an old mens shirt.

then follows a section of random squares, and then a pink and blue checkerboard design, and then at the top and bottom a pink and green and yellow pattern, and it's simply backed on a seersucker print, which folds at the sides to make a binding.

If you look closely you find mismatches in the pattern, which adds to the whole charm of it,

I don't know how old it is, but it's showing signs of wear and tear, I feel a few hours of delicate darning coming up, really it's too old and precious to use, but I can't bear the thought of it being on a shelf,

so a mending I must go.