This one wins for texture.
Somehow I managed to unearth hankie-like big scraps of super soft cotton for the back, a worn-in pillowcase for the blue stripes, and even the binding is that slippery-ish feel that vintage tablecloths give.
The whole thing is a score, in my make-it-out-of-trash world. It's 9 attached blocks of 9-squares, just about big enough to be plopped-onto or maybe hold when it's time for that.
Favorite part: one made-from-smaller-bits square that I hand-stitched onto the back after I quilted the long strands of line.
The printed scrap is cut from an old tea towel. Baby's due in Feb. God help me if the baby is late. [*Artist's Misunderstood Sigh That Friend's Uterus Might Not Agree To Timetable-Specific Quilt Vision.]
You already know that I do these projects to stay sane myself. But this one was even niftier to take on, because I also really like this baby. Ahead of time. He's not here yet. He promises to be funny, insightful, and have really, really tall hair (if my seared-forever memory of his father across the preschool snack table is any indication of his hairdo genes).So this little blankety wonder was easy to want to make--and a real push in editing for me. I'm forever over-making things. Can't help myself. There was one more thing I wanted to add, but I didn't because this quilt looks finished to me. And I didn't want it to turn into a big scrap jumble.
But I can see it in my mind--and I'll hold the thought as I hang out with this baby in the years ahead. It's just a little word I wanted to embroider about the score this baby made to land with his particular mom and his particular dad:
Because he really is.
And yes, I've now made myself cry. Happy tears, actually.