My late Mum's shirts were iconic.
Always in a button-down style, always the same sturdy cotton, usually in a plaid or floral pattern - never a tee shirt or fussy blouse for Mum.
When she passed away, I was insistent to the point of mania that we keep her clothes. I didn't know when, but I knew I was going to make something of them, a memorial I could look at every day and think of the so many memories associated with each shirt.
(This is the shirt she wore when we went to Garden of the Gods, that's the nightie she always wore at Christmas, that's the shirt she sported when tidying in the garden, and those *damn* blue pants she always wore!).
It took me nearly a year, but I was finally able to pull out those shirts, and immediately knew exactly the sort of memorial quilt I was going to make.
It took me a long time to cut into them, shape them, sew them and piece them all together, then months of waiting for it to be professionally quilted - no taking of chances with this quilt and my unsteady needlework.
And now, finally, the memorial is complete, and I know without a doubt that Mum would have loved it.
Pinwheel, pinwheel, spinning around...
Each one a memory...
At first, it made me cry, but now, it makes me smile every day when I walk in and see it on my bed. She would have loved that - practical and unfussy to a fault.
That's my Mum.