Everyone that knows us just muttered, "well, duh," and everyone that *really* knows us is thinking, "and I know who he gets it from...".
About 10 minutes after I gave my oldest son his quilt last summer, Trenton asked me when he would get one. Having learned from previous mistakes, I made no promises but told him he would get one someday. He wouldn't let up.
Fast forward to January and I was fabric shopping (gasp!) and I came across an amazing bundle at Fabricworm called "Folk Rock". About the same time, I found an awesome pattern in a magazine. So I paired the bundle with some Kona solids, a Michael Miller for backing and off I went.
The top came together quickly, even with a few mistakes. (Always, always check the pattern!) And I actually finished the top in early February. One month - not bad. But then...blammo. Crazy kid enters the scene.
As I'm showing off the quilt top to him, he looks down at the floor and sheepishly states, "You know, Tanner got his quilt for his birthday...".
"What do you mean," I ask, slightly panicked but mostly confused.
"Well, he got his quilt for his birthday" (Oh, thanks for the clarification, dear.)
"So...are you saying you don't want yours until your birthday?"
"Yeah. I think that would be good."
Now, any smart mama would go ahead and finish, then pack it away. After all, his birthday is in August, and this happened in February. Not me. Never, ever have I claimed to be a smart mama. Nope. I tucked it away.
Fast-forward a few months and he's changed his mind yet again. So, I yank out the top and get back to work. I made up some wild-eyed crazy graphic for the back, which ended up being chucked for a simpler design and made an appointment with the long-arm machine only to be turned away when I got there. (Yes, I nearly cried.) Finally got it quilted in July; finished the binding this week.
And here it is.... "Rock On!"
Unfortunately, I don't remember what fabrics were in the bundle...other than All Star by Riley Blake. The guitars are Michael Miller, and Trenton picked those out himself. In fact, it was the inspiration fabric. He doesn't play any musical instruments, unless of course, you count the air guitar. He's a pro at that one.
You can see the simplified version of the back above; I didn't have enough fabrics from the front leftover for the back. The label is below.
The label quotes Psalm 92:1-2 and ends with a note from me, "Your exuberance and spirit bring a smile to my face and happiness to my life. May God always fill your heart with joy." And I mean every word.
Trenton always keeps us guessing and more often than not we're laughing at his crazy antics. Just last night, we go out to shoot a pic or two and, suddenly we're in the middle of a professional photo shoot. Well, in his mind anyway. "Do this", "Now silly-face", "Here's like I'm getting ready to lay down." And so on, and so on...
Do you believe me now? ... my son's a nut.
But he's my nut... and I love him.