Our first great niece ventured north for a visit over the weekend. On Sunday there were four generations of women at Neal's mom's house--it was a sight to behold. Baby Meadow is a little rosebud of a thing, and I'm dotty over her. I'll admit to being greedy; when I walked in the door, I washed my hands and got hold of her. After a bit I handed her off to Neal, who had just informed Meadow's mama that she was the last baby he'd held--over twenty years ago! He was a natural. Meadow drifted off to sleep and would have stayed in Uncle Neal's arms all afternoon if other people hadn't wanted their own snuggles with her.
Mama doesn't like pink, but I couldn't resist just a little. As soon as I saw that bird fabric (on top), I knew it belonged in Meadow's quilt.
Yup. You read right. I'm pulling out the sewing machine for this kid. From 1992 until 2002, my craft of choice was quilting. I packed away most of my material when I moved into a tiny apartment, and I focused on knitting. I bet that my quilting chops will be a bit rusty. I've planned a simple crib quilt. Maybe you'd like to see the making of it, step-by-step? I'll take lots of pictures, I promise. Meadow will be back up here in March, so I've got a deadline!