Heather Bailey fabrics and an Ingrid Barlow pattern. All it needed was quilting.
I send most of my quilts to a machine quilter far more skilled than I, but figure that (as my friend Anne R. says) a baby quilt will be covered with pee and poop and spit-up and if it's not perfect, no baby is going to complain. So I attempt to hone my machine quilting skills on these. Part of my problem is that I'm not very confident and so I go for what's easy. In this case, easy seemed to be stitching-in-the-ditch around the blocks and sashing. But once I'd done that, I realized I had long unstitched sections in which the batting would inevitably shift (given that the pee and poop and spit-up would require the quilt be washed frequently). So I needed a bit more.
(And here's proof that Pearl really does love to roll around on fabric. This was her immediate response when I put the quilt on the floor to shoot photos.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Pearl the Squirrel has been a bit quiet of late. Between my daughter moving and a few other significant life changes (the profile under my photo at right provides a hint), things have been unsettled. And there may not be any new posts for the next week, or so. We're also about to head east, albeit in a plane, for the wedding of the son of a dear friend—we've been buddies since we bunked together at camp at the age of 13. The timing worked out perfectly—we'll hang around for a couple of days after the wedding and get to see the girls in their new Brooklyn digs.
Will miss you lots, sweetie. Travel safely.