At one point last summer, I was pretty behind on the babe quilt roster. Not only were there a few stragglers whose would-be owners were getting closer to their first birthday than their original birth day, but I was also looking forward to having a Birth Day of my own, and I knew that once Julia arrived in August, I would not have time to quilt for the babies due in September, October and December.
Between catch-up and getting ahead, I finished eighteen small quilts last summer. (I should repeat, they were small quilts. These are considerably less work than full size. Lawsy, to accomplish eighteen full-size quilts plus real life, I'd have to be committed.) For a few weeks there, my kitchen became a veritable quilt factory, as quilt tops were assembled, steamed, and pinned up to await quilting. Again, I wish I had taken more time for photos before they went out the door. In the top photo, L-R, are: the Olivia, the Adam, and the Noah quilt tops. Second photo: the Emily, the Lizzie (partially finished), and the Sophia.
I adore those Sophia fabrics! There are some Amy Butler, some Heather Bailey, and of course, some Kaffe. Gotta love Kaffe. On the ironing board, finished and folded, is the Roman quilt, made in soft, sapphire-toned flannels.
The Emily fabrics come from (I think) a Moda collection, but I can't remember the designer. I love the buttery colors. They reflect Emily's mama perfectly, and I knew immediately who should have them. These all came to me in a scrap bag from a friend. AWESOME scraps, eh?
The Adam Quilt was an exercise in free-form, recycle-style, scrap-happy creativity. It was put together in traditional patchwork form, and with no planning, just grabbing a piece from the pile and sewing it on, one scrap-patch at a time. I was trying to pull away from any kind of perfectionism and just relax and let it take on whatever personality it liked. It was made entirely with small, "throw-away" sized scraps, with nothing purchased for the project (including the batting, which is also patched -- two smaller pieces basted together). The back is a nice heavyweight, unbleached muslin, quilted in random criss-crossing lines, which follow some of the seams along the patchwork. Looking at it now, I think I should have done more quilting, but all in all I am pleased with the result. It reminds me of a quilt that I vaguely remember from my childhood... either a camping quilt or a quilt from the saddle shed? I can't quite be sure. Surely, though, made by my grandmother and used until it was threadbare. It was the most fun to make of all the collection for the year, and it became Adam's because I knew his mama would understand and appreciate the creative exercise that it had been.
And getting back to routine, on the table tonight: Moroccan chicken