You may recall that two posts ago--long, long ago--I mentioned pieces for a quilt top I was working on. Since then, things progressed and I managed to finish the quilt last night and then trimmed off the excess strings this morning. Also ran a lint brush over it too, to remove the ubiquitous dog hair.
I fell in love with the fabric I used for the binding. It's Robert Kauffman. Of course. I love his fabric lines.
And, despite my normal dislike of pink, I have a grudging appreciation of it now, especially in the form of these ladybugs on a pink background. I recall from grade school, or maybe junior high--when they once were called such--someone telling me that red and pink don't go together and should never be worn together. Maybe it was my mom. But that was a hard and fast rule that I remembered, but never applied, as I owned no pink.
Besides the quilt--which I started a few days before Shelley's shower, but didn't finish--I made three burp cloths in matching fabrics. Well, almost. The yellow quasi-gingham wasn't used in the quilt at all.
In the meantime, since first starting this quilt, Shelley had her girl. The sex was known, but they kept her name secret. She was born about ten days ago and weighed over 9 lbs. We haven't met her but hope to do so when we deliver the quilt and burp cloths.
Elsa in June in Ohio
Babies are awesome. I never appreciated them until I had one of my own. Suppose it's just a personal failing of mine. But now? Oh, I love 'em. I'm interested in them, and will ask to hold them, sometimes. We met Ian's third or four cousin while we were in Ohio and he was teeny-tiny. Wow. He felt light as a feather compared to Elsa's 17-18 lbs.