Only the most hardened of us don’t feel a soft spot somewhere when we see a baby quilt. They can be a variety of sizes and any colors or pattern imagined. So far I have made three baby sized quilts: two especially for babies and one a wall hanging. I’ll start with that one. I bought the fabric back when the Soviet Union broke up. It was summarily folded and stored, hang from a china cabinet for quick reference in school work, then stored again before it was stretched on a quilt frame. This one was easy. I followed the longitude and latitude lines and outlined the smaller nations. It made sense at the time, now I wonder!
The next quilt I made was supposed to be gender neutral! Well, that didn’t work, I am, after all, a girl if not the most girly girl. And in the end I couldn’t give it away to the person I first intended it for as it took so many hours. (and he was just an acquaintance threatening to go back to the West coast every whip stitch, ha, ha)
Next I made a quilt for an unborn baby who is known to be a girl and is named already. Since I have a number of baby quilts ready to stretch, that is, blocked and with binding attached, I knew just the one I wanted to quilt for this baby. It’s pink with Strawberry Shortcake and a number of unpatterned pink panels that I decided to embroider. Since she was named I embroidered her name on the upper left. After that the other panels looked empty so I mirrored images in the other patterns: a flower, hearts, a bug, strawberries, a bow and a basket. And no the basket does not appear anywhere but I was running out of choices.
I also, when I began assembling these quilts, I made a small square that I thought I would frame. Then the idea evolved into a wall hanging and finally into a pillow. I added lace trim. The bunny looks a little confused to me.