She drew me a picture when she was seven, of the way she wanted her ‘13’ quilt to look. She wanted honeycomb, lots of honeycomb. And dripping honey. And a flower. And bees of course. That goes without saying.
Aren't traditions a wondrous thing? We have a Turned Thirteen tradition in our family. As each of my grandchildren have teetered on the brink of teenage years I have upcycled denim into a quilt: a weighty gift befitting a weighty moment in time.