Lost and Found

Have you ever thought that something was lost and gone forever, then it just magically turned up? That's what happened yesterday.  I made this Feathered Star quilt for our son, known here in Blogland as the G-Man, when he was about 11 years old.  This quilt was on his bed from boyhood on into adulthood.

We were certain that the quilt was lost.  Actually, I was certain that his former girlfriend had helped herself to it.  I can stop being mad at her now.

It turns out that the quilt was packed in a box by Mr. T. shortly after we moved here to Curry Bungalow in 2007.   He had consolidated a lot of things from various boxes and hauled them up to the attic in the barn.  The quilt was in the box on the very bottom, in the very back.  Of course.

I washed the quilt and hung it outdoors from the deck cover to dry in the shade.  Naturally, I had to critique my work.  I noticed that the bottom edge is just a bit wavy.  I've learned since that time just how to keep that from happening. But my hand quilting is pretty darned good, if I do say so myself...

I blogged about the missing quilt here, over three years ago.  Yesterday, I texted our son and said, "Look what I found!"  He called right back (a rarity...)  and was completely astounded!  His girlfriend texted me this morning and said that she knew how much that quilt meant to him since she's been hearing about if for four years!

After all this time, that quilt is finding it's way back to him.  I love it when things like that happen.