All my children (and their cousins) share the same middle name. It's a family name of Scottish origin of a clan with his own tartan.
Whilst a little amount of research into the family's past hasn't exactly revealed the true connections, we all agree it's a lovely name and a lovely tartan. At my wedding one of Mr M's uncle came in a suit entirely made out of this. I can assure you all the Italian guests still remember him!
When No 1 was born I and still didn't own a sewing machine I purchased a yard of the material and of course it sat for a while on my shelf. Ten years, three houses later... I finally used it.
No 2 had been quick on the marks and claimed the basket weave/Ikea fabric quilt for himself, but the other two are still using those ghastly (but annoyingly soft) fleecy blanket they'd had since they were little. Time to do something about it.
This quilt came together very quickly with no planning at all. I just sat at my table and literally start sewing. I knew I wanted to use the tartan as the big centre piece of log cabinish blocks... but nothing else was in my mind. This lack of preparation resulted in running out of black fabric, then black thread, then wadding. It was a weird feeling doing something so spontaneous, normally I agonise about the size of the blocks, and cutting the fabric etc. The colours too are a very different palette from what I normally use... but it has become on of me favourite 'productions'
I wanted to make something a bit more 'grown-up. And 'boyish'.
No 1 likes it and uses all the time... and just in case you wondered why on earth is that creased...
This is why.