Everything We Love Can Be Saved

 

I got this quilt from Anthropologie when I was in high school—we’d just moved, and I think my mom felt like she needed to buy me something expensive to make up for the trauma. Anyway, my cat promptly ripped a giant hole in the delicate fabric, and then I melted a caramel on it by mistake, and then…well. In the years since, my beloved quilt has been a beach towel, a futon cover, a fort, and probably a tissue on more than one occasion, and by now it’s basically ripped to shreds in a thoroughly unfixable (and kind of disgusting) way.

Still, it is beautiful, and it reminds me of home and makes me all warm and fuzzy and Linus-like, so I needed to find a way to salvage it somehow. Enter the sale on poster frames at Michael’s:

It took me about an hour to rip all the seams out—I’ll probably use what’s left (there’s a ton of it) to make some pillows. I tossed the batting, since it was kind of gray and questionable. But overall I’m really pleased with how it came out—it adds a really nice punch of color to the bedroom. And, you know, my heart.