I know I’ve been saying for the past four quilts that I’m so done with man quilts. Well, here’s the last one. Really!!
I made this for my dad. His birthday was in January, but you knew I’d be late, didn’t you?
These fabrics have been with me a long time! they have been waiting to be placed in a quilt for over ten years. Maybe even about 14, but who is counting? The map fabric just makes me think about my dad. He’s retired from working as a chief engineer on a cargo ship, and there aren’t many places he hasn’t been. As for the solids, they are from my highly coveted stash of Cherrywood hand-dyed fabrics. I have had them forever, but I’ve never used them. Never. Ever. I’ve been afraid to cut into them. I used to buy a new bundle every year at Quilt Festival, so I acquired quite a few pieces… but this project seemed worth it.
And my dad? Of course he’s worth it. My dad is the person in my family who knows me best. He supports all my endeavors, creative and otherwise. He’s the one who makes me feel like I’m a success by saying things like, “Danielle, the best money I ever spent was educating you.” Wow. What kind of parent says things like that? But my parents– they didn’t mind that I spent five years in college and took all kind of classes (some toward my degree and some for fun), thus leading to me graduating with 186 undergraduate hours… about 50-60 more than I needed.
Even when I called him my second year of teaching and said, “Daddy, I can’t do this any more. I hate teaching.” What did he do? He told me to come home and work on my master’s, which was just what I needed right then. A time for me to redefine who I was and where I was going at that very dark time, even though it ended up leading back to the classroom (where I ended up being happy ever since).
And when I fell in love and got engaged after just a few short months of dating Seth (Nacho Daddy)? What did my dad say? He said he had never seen me happier and opened up a bottle of champagne.
That’s the kind of dad I wish every girl had. The kind of dad that never doubted her, even when she doubted herself. The kind of dad that she doesn’t have to censor her real self in front of. The kind of dad who lets his daughter do it her way.
What’s your favorite thing about your dad– the thing that makes you glad he was yours?