Hurray! I've finished my first quilt! Yes, I am clearly patting myself on the back, but please don't think me anything other than humbled by this experience. I thought I appreciated quilts BEFORE. Now I REALLY get it...
Why I felt the need to make up my own pattern, I still cannot answer. I was definitely stuck in a bit of a black hole while calculating the numbers. Then (after cutting all the pieces) I came to the realization that I should have allowed for the batting and backing pieces to be a bit larger than the anticipated final size. Whoops.
And who the heck knew how much my iron and I would bond over this project. The poor thing has been dropped so many times that the steamer no longer works and it sounds like a baby rattle when I give it a little shake.
I think the most fun I had was the finish work of embroidering through all three layers to stabilize the quilt. I picked the "plainer" looking squares to embroider. Just a few running stitches and some "x" patterns. Though by the time I got to the last color, the orange squares, I got a bit braver and made up my own design. I worked on it during a road trip yesterday, while my husband drove and as I began to second guess my design, I asked him if he knew what it was. "Fireworks?" he guessed. Totally frazzled, I asked the almost six-year-old children in the back seat. "A flower!" they called out. Yes, it was a flower.
Now all that's left is to deliver it to
its new owner: baby Samantha Elizabeth, whose proud mama and papa
welcomed her a few weeks early. Congratulations to them! (And to us - a
new baby in the family is always a miracle to be celebrated!)
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