My name is
Nacho Mama Danielle, and I am addicted to jellyrolls. The actual problem is that I don’t want to unroll them or use them. Nope, just buy them. I had a mystery class to attend, and we were supposed to bring a jellyroll and a background fabric. Did I do it? Did I cut into one of my many jellyrolls? Heck, no! I made my own jellyroll with some Civil War-ish types of fabrics. I made my own scrappy background, too, because I just couldn’t see this quilt happening any other way.
The truth is, I don’t like to use jellyrolls– is it because they are so beautiful, all stacked up real pretty in my stash, or is it because I just don’t know what to do with them? Anyway, why don’t I feel this way about layer cakes? I can hardly stash layer cakes because I just keep using them and using them… well, maybe I do have a couple waiting to be turned into giant half square triangles.
Anyway, back to this Civil War-inspired, non-jellyroll, man quilt. It was one of the quilts Judy ordered for her brood. This went to her oldest grandson, who is ten years old. Appearances can be deceiving, though. He may look ten, but you swear you’re talking to your dad when talk to him. So, this serious quilt is for a real serious man-child, and I hope he loves it, especially when it’s this darn cold. I had to put on a jacket, y’all. It’s freezing here. Not cold enough to wear snow shoes or anything, but still, it’s, like, 43 degrees.
Speaking of jackets, every time my son and I walk outside to get in the car, or get out of the car and go into the
donut shop doctor’s office or some where, Nacho Son says “Aren’t you glad you aren’t on a Scooter?” Thanks, Ethan.