Remember my first commisioned quilt

I'm always flattered when people say how much they love my quilts. Some have wanted to pay me for one, others have threatened to have more kids to get one. I think you'd just have to have more kids, cause I'm so slow you couldn't afford to pay me for my time. Really, it's not even a consideration, but earlier this year I struck a deal for which I think I got the better end. Not to embarrass Ashley, but maybe to embarrass him, he discovered how nice minky fabric is while I've been quilting oodles of baby blankets. Then he wanted a minky blanket. But it had to look boyish, er, mannish? I'm not sure mannish and minky go in the same sentence. So the deal being, he bought all the materials and exchanged my time for some manual labor needed around my house. Done and done. And I got it done just before he moved to Florida where he won't even need a warm and cuddly blanket.His definition of "Let me get a picture of you and the blanket"