The fun continues!
{this is my baby's room so far}
I am still in the fabric procurement stage. I am finding it interesting how beautiful & inspiring some of the fabrics are, yet totally frustrating at not being able to find the exact colours that are in my mind! If this were a painting, I could simply keep mixing colours together to get that right shade or hue, but with fabric, sigh, you have to keep looking 'til you find the one that fits the picture in your mind, or, be flexible like me and buy things that are nice and will go together somehow!
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I am a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of girl. Especially when it comes to making this quilt. I am beginning to wonder if I should buy a pattern, yet what I want is not a pattern to follow - the pattern is in my mind. I think this fear of patterns comes from the memories of my mom and her patterns and fabric spread out over the floor downstairs and the flimsy, thin, tissue-like brown paper that she meticulously pinned to the fabric and then cut precisely - it turned me off sewing then and I still shy away from that precision and calculated measured approach to sewing. I see its usefulness, but know it's not for me at this moment.
{My original qult idea was to have a white or cream base and three hot pink flowers appliqued on. Then it would be surrounded by bright purple shiny satin. Simple idea. Not so simple to find the fabric. This is the fabric I have found so far that is closest to this idea.}
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However, that said, my aborhence to tracing a pattern has caused me to run across some funny incidents which I will now share with you. Feel free to comment on my so-called pregnancy insanity :-P I arrived at a big fabric store in the city yesterday and as I was parking, realized I had no idea as to the measurements of a crib! Heck, I don't even have a crib yet!!! :-) [the majority of cribs nowadays are convertible, meaning that the crib looks like a squished up headboard, then it converts to a giant day bed for a toddler, then it becomes a double bed. Now here's the conundrum. I do not want my 5 y/o in a double bed. Heck, I do not want my 18 y/o in a double bed! - do I sound like a mother!?!?!?! haha. Plus, what if you have a second child? Their marketing theory of that one bed following the child throughout its life doesn't make sense unless you want both your children in double beds by the time they're in Kindergarten. Call me old fashioned, I don't care, but I don't want that for my child!!!! Further, unless you have one of those brand new mansions, that bed will take up the child's entire room - where will they play? Oh right, mansions have playrooms and toyrooms and nanny's quarters. Okay, rant over :-) ]
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So I walk into the fabric store not knowing how much fabric I need. I considered popping into the Walmart down the street just to get a standard crib measurement, but decided to just wing it. A crib is more than a metre long and less than a metre wide to my estimation so I figured two metres of fabric should be enough right?! Let's hope so (yes you can laugh now!).
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{after finding this fabric, a second quilt idea began to take shape in my mind: This is the top and if I can find satin turquoise ribbon to frame the quilt, then it will be the quilt of my dreams! lol}
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As I was driving home, now with TWO quilt ideas in my head, both requiring very different fabric, I began laughing because I realized that I had the filling, the top fabric, but not the bottom fabric!!! I still can't begin to sew this thing!!!! It's becoming a comedy of errors, but one done with so much love (& anxiety) and it's such a new art form to me that I can't help but laugh. I told Jer that if the quilt turns out a parallelogram instead of a rectangle, if anyone comments on its imperfections I will not take offense, but simply challenge them to do better. I think that's a fine way to shut them up! Unless of course they know how to quilt and then I will fall to my knees and ask for a lesson. But however imperfect this quilt is, never will there be a quilt made with more love than mine :-)
{funky fabric I just could not pass up - perhaps a funky breastfeeding blanket?}
{perhaps a burp cloth?}