Enter Reagan.
This little lady got the crib bedding I showed you the other day as well as a shnazzy new Christmas stocking, along with her brother.
At my baby shower I received a great baby quilt. It was blue because the lady who gave it to me thought I was having a boy, but I didn't mind. It was pieced together with scraps of novelty children's flannels and tied with the softest yarn you could ever imagine. Like a unicorn's mane, I'm pretty certain. It was, and is, a great source of warmth and comfort for Mazer and I, especially during those late night feedings when we would cuddle together in the plush glider in her darkened room.
As you can imagine, I am someone who understands the intrinsic value of the handmade. This little blue baby quilt is among my most valued possessions.
So how could I not make a scrappy flannel baby quilt for my friend? I hope it brings her just as much joy as ours has for us.
I tied it using some pearl cotton I had on hand and filled it with Warm and Natural I also had on hand. I had just taken it from the wash and just barely remembered to snap a couple pictures before I ran off to meet Reagan's mama and another friend for coffee. It isn't fancy. There's no crazy stitching or piecing. No real reason to take a billion fantastic and artistic shots. I just wanted to show you all something small that means a whole awful lot.
