I am one of my mother’s flowers, grown alongside the others in her garden.
When I think of home, I think of her. This piece represents the care and love that she has poured into me; like water to her blossoms. This quilt is made of the clothes of my childhood. The fabric that she chose to wrap me in.
Her flowers are a constant,
coming back each year to play with me in the garden.
crocus. lavender. daffodil. bleeding heart. sweet william.
xoxo
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