So... growing up - I was raised under the quilts being quilted by my Aunties on my Mom's side of the family. They were maniac quilters. We would have every toy there was under that quilt and we loved every second of it. It's not uncommon to tie up a quilt in our family - each of my children have a quilt tied for them when they get married and since Katie and Ryan have decided to tie the knot - and the kids were all in town... why not knot? We set it up under the big tree in the back yard and the laughter began. Every single knot Mandy tied had to be undone, and redone. Ashley and Bethany helped and the kids played in the pool and ran, yes, under the quilt in giggles and moving heads visible from the top. Mike even helped - and that meant the world to me. Someone forgot to tell him that you actually have to tie the yard into a knot. He can carry weapons of war - but hand him a needle and we're talking hysterical. Never the less - the pictures tell the stories of the day, and the end result was a work of art (choke) and love (lovely words of quilting), and a few blood stains.
Behold... the Quilting Bee....
lucky us.... we are tied together through it all.
(Knot really - we're all kinda just tangled)
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I grew up under quilts just like that! We loved to help the "Moms" tie quilts. Great memories were made! LOVE love it!! Thanks for the post, it took me back to my childhood!
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