I myself am made entirely of flaws stitched together with good intentions...

 Exactly five years ago, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted some

fabric scraps that her mum was getting rid of.

(I know this because the Timehop app told me the other day)

She said how it was like a snapshot of her childhood,

so many memories all bundled up in fabric scraps.

When I got the fabric from her, I cut out a square or three from

each of the fabric in the bag.
There was a random assortment let me tell you. 

And then I stuffed them all in a bag

and thought I will get on to that sometime.

This week I after yet another parenting fail on my part,

I was explaining to David on the phone that 

the road to hell is paved with teenagers good intentions.

And then for some reason this particular good intention of mine

popped into my head.

It's been a crazy crazy last week of uni

with horrid assignments to finish,

So a simple sewing project was just what the doctor ordered really.

I pulled it out and in no time it was sewn together.

It's not perfect, but it is no longer a good intention.

I will send it to Shenleigh to quilt it within an inch of it's life.

I'm hoping the new owner will snuggle under it,

remember not only the good bits of her life

but also that lots of people love her.