I have a goal to make satin quilts for my sisters' children, vaguely patterned off a satin quilt I inherited (and loved to death) as a child. So! When we found out that The Teek was going to be having a baby girl (YAY!), me and my mom went down to the fabric store to pick out some purple satin to make a little quilt for her (the purple was supposed to match the little purple dress my mommy was making for her with yarn...oh the irony). My mom finished the little purple dress for baby chio, and there is a picture of her looking adorable in it here. What? No matching purple satin blanket you say? Strange.... *cough* *cough*
Lets just say procrastination won this battle.
Happy 2nd Christmas Chio...in January! :-D
Oh well! Its the thought that counts!
And, the only reason it got finished (over a year later) was because I enlisted the slave labor, I mean help, of my sister the gooth and the mommy.
Here you can see that we have put a little lamb in the middle.
The lamb is really what hung up the whole situation with the Quilt. I had a little picture of the lamb, and I couldn't enlarge it very well, and I had this crazy idea about putting the picture on a piece of glass with a lamb behind it (a.k.a. a jurry rigged projector) and then tracing it to the wall. We had LOTS of fun trying that over and over....with a flashlight...
"Stop moving it goose!"
"I'm not moving it, I'm breathing...breathing doesn't count as something to stop doing!"
:o)
Eventually we ended up tracing it to paper, and then cutting out the paper, and then tracing that to the quilt... then we quilted it!
Ta-Da! The lines are not really straight, but they are a far cry better than the poor quilt I made for Alex. (sorry, alex, that your quilt looks so funny :o( I didn't mean for it to look retarded)
Goothie helped me to draw the lines on this quilt, and it is much easier with help. About 3/4ths of the way through, my mommy started helping, and then the lines were AWESOMLEY straight. She had some magic trick that she did to make the lines straight...but I cant seem to remember what the trick was.... maybe that is why all the lines I have done have been crooked...whoops! But! Again, it is the thought that counts.
Here I am, looking fabulous while binding the edges.


