In the absence of anything noteworthy to show you, and in my continuing plan to photograph all the stuff in my quilt cupboard, I present a quilted Nancy Halvorsen calendar.
This one has an enormous emotional attachment for me. It used to hang on the wall in my old house, way back in 2007.
I have two children and both times the act of getting pregnant was very difficult. When we finally were pregnant, I was determined to document Every. Noteworthy. Thing about it.
Each Monday morning, I would stand in front of this calendar, and my husband would take a photo of my growing baby belly. In this case, it was for our second daughter.
I won’t show you those photos. I suspect they are only beautiful to our little family.
But when I look back on those photos, I can see this quilt hanging behind me. So now, even though it’s years old, and of no use to me as a calendar, I still can’t part with it.
I am such an old softie. Which is why my house is heaving at the sides of stuff other people would probably consider junk.