I decided to take off a bunch of hats and actually return to that new baby quilt I mentioned a while ago that was under a pile of fabric. It’s been about 90% finished for several months. All that’s left is sewing about half of the border binding, a final wash, gift wrapping and popping it in the mail. Hmm. Could even take care of it this weekend and get to the mom-to-be-again before the baby arrives.
The new baby’s big sister LOVES giraffes, or at least went through a giraffe phase, so the blanket has some on one side, and elephants on the other (mixed in with assorted shapes and patterns). I’m told that big sis is campaigning for baby’s middle name to be “toast” or “door” or “window.” Any of the three would be acceptable. A couple of 6 and 7 year olds I know are advocating “flower power water shower,” “shimmy fizzle pop fizz” and “cocoa pop.”
I started a quilt for big sister, too, thinking it wasn’t fair for the new baby to get all the gifts and attention, but, well, that’s just not going to happen anytime soon… I’m going to hell on my path of good intentions.
I have to admit, a tiny bit (say, 5%?) of my motivation for finishing it is my dire need for storage space and the mental relief of getting items OUT OF MY APARTMENT. The other 95% is entirely love.
Now my challenge is another friend who just announced her first pregnancy. Problem: she’s a better crafter than me. And she has a long-arm quilting machine. And more storage space. What’s a long-distance Fake Auntie to do? (FYI, we’re calling the baby Office Supply, as the first description of his/her size was “a post-it note with arms and legs.”)