acidflower's quilt

finally put the quilt that mom and i were collaborating on into a box for shipment to the lucky girl.

fabric for a baby quilt

last week, Mrs P. asked me to ask my mom to make a pink baby quilt for her aunt's great granddaughter.

"Mrs. P wants a pink baby quilt."
"Oh? Mrs P wants a baby quilt?"
"Yeah."
"Oh?"
"Yeah! She wants a pink one. What part of this don't you get?"
"Well, I have this one."
"But that's green and orange. She wants a pink one. Pink! Girly-girl colors! It's for a baby GIRL!"
"Well, I have this one too."
"ARRUGH! That one is BLUE! Pink MOM! PINK!"
"Well, I have some cherry fabric I want to use up...(she walks well, drifts off into her quilt room [my old bedroom] and returns with two arm loads of fabric)... these are pink."
"Yes. They are pink. The cherry fabric is nice."
"Well, what do you think of this?"
(she pulls an electric pepto bismo pink out of the middle of the pile)
"Um, it sure is bright."
"Yeah, and how about these? What do you think of this with this?"
(she pulls out bunchs of clashing pinks and puts the all next to each other covering the dining room table in more pink than a cotton candy machine explosion)
"They're nice. Maybe you could use this and this and those two..."
(I pull out five girly baby pastels in more sedate tone on tone hearts and florals)
"NO! This one is better, and this with this and this and this!"
(she pushes my choices to the chair and pulls out more of of the peptos)
"Um, mom? Why do you bother to ask me my opinion?!"
(she smirks and won't look me in the eye)
"Why do you ask me what I want or what I think if you are just going to denounce my choices or disregard my opinion or put down my taste? I don't care what colors or prints you use. It just has to be PINK."
(she smiles like a caught child with chocolate on their face and a full belly)
"Well," she says, "What about these hearts?"

and I get another cup of coffee and walk back down the stairs into my basement dungeon.
beaten.