This is both my August journal quilt (remember those? I was doing one a month? . . . once upon a time, B.T. [Before Tailgate]) and Daddy's birthday present. Bubba was his cat, who died earlier this year at a ripe old age. His bedroom (Daddy's, not Bubba's) is decorated in red, white and blue, so I made the quilt to match. It isn't quite to size—it's 9-and-something inches by 11 instead of 8 /2 by 11—but that was the size it worked out to be.
It doesn't show terribly well, but I trapuntoed (is that a word? Well, it should be.) Bubba's head and body, and his eyes are accented with little green beads. He had the most beautiful green eyes—clear like creek water. And he was an agreeable cat, unless you attempted to rub his tum—then he was all claws. He used to ride on Daddy's shoulders while he was working in the garden, and if it was too hot he'd follow him around, lying in his shade and moving when he did.
Now, I only have to catch up with quilts for May, June, July . . and September is fast approaching . . .