Four years ago when I embarked upon a mission to learn how to sew, these were the very first blocks I made. They are a little crooked and looking at them gives me a headache but they hold great sentimental value to me. I couldn't think of a better gift to give my mother for her birthday than to make them into a quilt. Every time she looks at these wobbly mismatched blocks, hopefully she will think of me and know how much I love her, just the way she is.
Oliver gave his contribution to the present by repeatedly hugging the quilt and asking when he could give it to Grandma Nana. (He always loves a new pretty).
P.S. Mom, I hope you know that I resisted the urge to sew the blocks onto plain white sashing. The blue is just for you lol.