I'm no Martha Stewart. Not even close. Every time I try to do a craft that I find on Pinterest, it looks like someone 5 year old did it (no distrespect to 5 year olds!)
But there are some crafts that I'm not terrible at. I learned to sew and knit when I was 13. I'm not great at either, but I'm passable. I just learned to crochet this year. I've been knitting a lot while watching TV, to keep my mind busy.
I also decided that I wanted to learn to quilt. The adorable little showing shop near my house offers quilting classes, so I signed up.
We made crib sized quilts. I love how mine turned out, and I love the fabrice that I picked - adorable little bandit raccoons! But there's a part of me that feels strange about it. I already have a box full of little girl clothes and a almost finished knitted blanket. They are all packed in a closet in my husband's office. In the corner of the basement, the place I most avoid, we have stowed a car seat, a baby bath, a pack n play.
So what does it mean to knit a baby sweater, to crochet granny squares to turn into a baby blanket? Am I creating positive energy? Or am I just creating something else that will break my heart when I have to put it away?
Only time will tell, I suppose.
But nonetheless I am proud of my cute little quilt.
Here's a close up of the adorable bandit racoon fabric. I just love it so much. Also with a kitty paw, of course, because nothing in our house can be done without a pet being involved somehow:
And here's the full quilt:
Riley seems to like it: