Probably the most significant gift I received at the family Christmas this past weekend was a quilt of my book covers. My (step)mother, my dad, my uncle and my sister designed and produced it, with the sewing done by mom. It's funny and flattering and loving and magnificent, all at once. And since a bunch of you reading here are crafty folks, I'm offering preliminary photos of this wonderful thing:
The front of the quilt, with thirteen of my book covers — better photos to come
The back of the quilt, signed (so to speak) by the perpetrators
I wanted to hang it on the wall for display, but my gifters insist it's for me to use as a quilt is meant to be used. So I shall.