My grand daughter turned two in May. Her parents invited all her grandparents and every friend who had children to join them in celebrating. I had a great time. I was invited to read "Three Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed." I got to help little ones blow bubbles. We ate birthday cake and other goodies, and generally had a good time.
We watched our little one open her gifts and thought maybe we should have purchased stock in Fischer-Price! Dear Husband bought a table and chairs that were 2 year old sized. I was working on a quilt, and finally had to admit the night before that it wasn't going to be done on time. I had decided to machine quilt it on my own, and it's been a while since I tried machine quilting. I broke two needles and one quilting foot and was only two-thirds of the way done, but it was time to go.
I put the quilt into a fancy bag and as the little one and her mom opened the quilt, I called out that I'd need it back to finish it. There was silence for a moment, and I was worried that I'd made a serious goof. Then, every woman in the room started to talk. My granddaughter turned to the quilt, opened her arms as though to gather it up, and kissed it! It was a success, even unfinished.
In the picture below, you'll see the bottom half of the quilt. Diagonally from the upper left to lower right, there are five pictures of our granddaughter built into quilt blocks. I made the center block a star block. The fabrics in the quilt are from every pink in my quilting stash.
A friend from quilting bee is going to bring me a darning foot for my sewing machine that won't break, and I'll finish the quilt in a day or two. I'd like for our daughter to let our granddaughter use this quilt up, wear it out, and throw it away, but I don't think I'll get my way. She was talking about hanging it on the wall.
