I'm amused, because this quilt is so foreign to my usual style and so foreign to Terry's innate style; and the colors are pastels and there's gray in it -- a color I haven't worn since one particularly sad day in 2000 -- and then Elvis decided to horn in on the adventure. And the hot pink/white/gray/black fabric? If you can figure out why I bought it in the first place, let me know.
For perspective, I've picked up two photos of the first quilt I made for Terry, which is PERFECT for her.
So that was then, and it was perfect and fit who I am and who Terry is. But then a pile of fabrics leaped into my arms:
As a side note, I'm surprised at how ordinary these fabrics look set out like this, but how alive and energetic the quilt looks. That, I suppose, is the magic.
The final quilt (and matching pillow):