My first quilt finished.
I wasn’t sure that I would ever do it. This one has been in the works for sometime, in my imagination anyhow. I bought the fabric last year, I started cutting the squares in June and today I finally finished sewing on the binding.
It sure is wonky! My quilting in the ditch efforts are not tidy and the centre panel was cut and sewn crooked. Still, the boy, my first born, doesn’t seem to mind. Frankly he doesn’t seem to have even noticed.
During the make-y business he did mess with my head a bit, advising me that he didn’t like it. Didn’t want it. Yarda yarda, blah blah. Since the binding has been going on there has been none of that, rather “is it ready yet?”. And tonight there were declarations that he’d sleep under it every night for ever and ever – he was going to look after it so well that apparently it won’t even need to be washed. (I’d like to see that happen! Same boy declared last weekend on Father’s Day that today was Kid’s Day … and being the indulgent parents that we are he and his siblings were served chocolate pancakes in bed this morning – his bedding needed to be put through the washing machine twice today!!!)
Originally the plan was to make a blanket. Some patchwork on top and a piece of flannelette on the back. Nothing too fancy. The boy however spotted a huge roll of Tontine batting on special at Spotlight and decided that perhaps a “puffy” blanket would be better. Who would have thought that getting all the layers joined together would be so tricky? There has been a lot of unpicking in these parts of late.
Now he sleeps. My eldest angel. I wonder, are his dreams set to the Madagascar 3 soundtrack tonight? Is he juggling? Riding an elephant? Swinging from the sky on a trapeze? Regardless of what he dreams I do so hope he feels all the love I put into that quilt.