My dear daughter likes to look through my cedar chest, or as my dad liked to call it my hopeless chest. It no longer stores china and the like from when I was a girl instead it holds treasures from my heart. Things my children have made, their old school work and left over pictures from school picture packets. Hence the reason DD likes to look through it. Well she had
rummaged through to the point that it had become quite a mess. So I enlisted her help and we cleaned it out. I made a pile for each child. Then found a box to fit their things in. Now in the bottom of my chest is a box containing the memories of how each child has grown.
While sorting through all these precious treasures I found a few forgotten treasures. I used to cross stitch a lot when I was in high school and college. I found this quilt top that I had cross stitched blocks for. I made it for when I had a little girl. Well I completely forgot about it. I made it before I was even married. After marrying my prince charming I proceeded to have three wonderful sons. So when my sweet daughter finally arrived I had forgotten about this top. I told her we'll have to save it for her little girl. Here are a few of the blocks.
And a couple more.
We also found this quilt that my maternal grandmother made for me when I was little. I had to be very little because I don't really remember my maternal grandmother. She passed away when I was about three. It is hand quilted and I love the blocks that she colored for me. Isn't this scarecrow so cute.
Look at these sweet little guys.
I love this treasure of a quilt. I wish it were not falling apart.