My mother (over at Littlebit) recently posted an accomplishment of hers regarding her new Bernina Quilter's Edition sewing machine and a pillow top she quilted. Here is the evidence:
She also mentioned that this particular pillow top was SUPPOSED to be a TABLE runner for "someone whose name she would rather not mention." But we all know that it was supposed to be for ME, her ELDEST DAUGHTER. Hmph.
Tsk, tsk. Can you see the meandering quilting pattern on the top of all the perfectly-pieced triangles? Ugh. It's really sad that my own mother would flaunt her workmanship this way.
That's what I like to call vanity, and the Bible clearly teaches that vanity is a sin. Mom, you know that this quilted pillow should really be at my house, where it was originally intended.
Thou shalt not steal, and I won't say Who said that, but I think you know. Now GIMME THAT PILLOW!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND - I'LL DIE WITHOUT IT!!! Thou shalt not murder!!!!!!!
(For those of you who may be reading this and thinking I'm pitching a big fit and mistreating my mother, please know that I love her more than anything... and to my one and only sister: if Mom gives me that pillow, I'll split it with you, maybe.)