Between the hourly feedings and in between naps and diaper changes I pulled out some of the cheerful Recess line and started making half square triangles.
After kiddo bedtime and before I crashed I would spend a few minutes every night sewing and putting these little triangles together one by one. Triangles became squares and squares became a carefully planned out top.
The top was constructed and a bright, happy, orange fabric for backing was picked out and quilting began. Nothing fancy, just straight lines that I could do easily in my exhausted state and with a newborn strapped into the Bjorn on my chest.
A stripey binding was assembled and sewn on, and the finished quilt was tossed into the wash. Probably with some spit-up soaked clothing.
But it came out just fine. The quilt is simple. It's small. It's not a complex pattern. But it means a whole bunch to me. It's special. It's well-loved. It's perfect.
Just like the baby it was made for.
(This post was written for Amy's Bloggers Quilt Festival -- go read some of the awesome stories posted and beautiful quilts featured at her site.)
