There are quilters who love the search for fabric. They L.I.V.E. for the hunt.
Nope, I’m a show-me-a-kit and I’m good. Me: “Oh, you have layer cakes! That will do for the project I’m working on. Thank you because now I don’t have to AGONIZE over color choices and fabrics.”
It’s as if I’m being punished when I have to choose fabric.
Since the wedding is over it’s time to catch up on projects that I haven’t been able to do. One of the projects is a baby blanket/quilt. I spent days looking for baby flannel that was acceptable to me for a baby. There’s flannel that’s wonderful and there’s flannel you wouldn’t put your puppy in. Plus, the pattern I have for a particular quilt requires lots of different colors – sorry none of them go together so just quit looking.
Until I ran across this adorable little baby blanket at Material Girl. I just cooed over that for some time. Unfortunately it did not come in a kit and I had to hunt for the fabrics plus figure out yardage (some math required.) The nice ladies were able to point me in the direction of the online pattern (allpeoplequilt.com – search for capitol steps crib blanket). The baby blanket that was shown at the fabric store was NOT as large as the pattern but it was a 7 block by 9 block version which is perfect for a baby blanket.
I sat in the recliner, with ice on my knees, figuring out how many strips I would need from each fat quarter. That progressed to how many 1 ½ x 1 ½ inch blocks, 1 ½ x 2 ½ inch rectangles and how many 1 ½ x 4 ½ inch rectangles. By the time I was finished calculating I figured I can make probably four baby blankets from what I purchased.
Thrilled that I can finally work on something – because the machine is back and running amazingly well – I proceeded to cut and sew today. It’s looking adorable. When a block is finished it has to be 4.5 inches that’s why you see me measuring the block. Plus I’m giving you a view of the layout of the strips as I have to create the blocks as I go along. I found out that this material is called 1930’s style. Go figure. I can hardly wait till it’s done.
You’ll notice I’m not in the dining room any longer. Nope, back in the basement. Boo.