Today I did something I absolutely hate..:I washed a quilt. I'm still traumatised from the last time: DS' Skulls and Bones quilt came out of the washingmachine PINK , in spite of all the precautions and in spite of lots of colourcatchers.
I got most of the pink out eventually, but it'll never be as "fresh" as when I made this pic.
This time Baking DD's quilt needed some cleaning. She brought it down from her room because I wanted to draft a new pattern from my house (the middle block)
The new project "Home Sweet Home" is going to be my new and improved houses-quilt and will get my own home in the middle as well.
DD's quilt was a bit dirty, had a few stains and smelled "dusty". After all, it lived in her room for more than 5 years (!)
I was só relieved it came out of the machine fresh, clean and no bleeding whatsoever!! Good for another 5 years :)
A while back I came home and found Baking DD on the couch, after a apparently tiring day..
Yikes, if this quilt is going to be used, it'll need a wash too someday and I promised myself this one is never ever going to be laundered.