yeah. my mom's a badass.
She named the quilt, "The Secret Garden." From far away it can be admired, but only when you crawl across it with your nose nearly touching the fabric will you be able to see its true beauty. Each square has different foliage -- oak leaves for the wisdom of my father, forget-me-nots for my high school boyfriend, evergreen boughs for my now passed-away grandmother. Nothing was overlooked in this masterpiece.
As a young adult I was worried about using the quilt for fear of ruining it. Also, I never had a good bed for it. This quilt needs a regal bed -- and I don't just mean a queen size. It needs to be displayed with care and reverence.
Fast forward 10 years. My husband's mom is moving out of state and she gave us an antique brass bed. Benetfinks & Comp. Made in Cheapside, London.
Thanks to both our mothers. Our guest room truly is fit for a queen.