It was like Christmas, going through her bag of scraps. Silly, I know. I get so excited when I get to admire bits of fabric: even small pieces of pretty prints or batiks can make my heart go pitter-patter. I was quite excited when I saw that she had cast off a bunch of coordinating strips and squares in cheerful, colourful baby prints. Adding in some fabrics from my own scrap bag, I was able to eek out a baby quilt, in a modern scrappy log-cabin based pattern. My son Connor is holding it up for me to photograph.
It's smallish, so it needs a border -- I hope to find something suitable in the next week or two. Then M agreed to machine quilt it, and we will donate it to the Relief Sale & Quilt Auction for next year.
I know, I cheated: this really qualifies as a new project, and I'm not supposed to start anything new. But it didn't take very long, and it was fun to make... so shh! Let's just pretend we didn't notice me making this quilt.
