the one who writes

So I’ve had this pattern forever planning to make myself a bed jacket. Of course, I’ve never got around to it. I sit up late at night readingin bed and I write in bed as well. A robe is too warm, but I need something around my shoulders and a bed jacket seemed just the thing. I adore this Minkee fabric. Before Luke was born I probably made him a million blankets out of the stuff. Back then it only came in baby colors, but now they have fashion colors as well. At $15.00 a yard it’s not cheap, but I don’t think I need that much. 

I realized that I hadn’t shown you guys the finished results of my first foray into making a plushie. I’m very pleased with the results, and just as I suspected he would, Luke uses him as a tackling dummy. He also smacks him with his light saber. Considering the rough usage, he’s held up amazingly well. 

I’m still not happy with the legs, and thought they would’ve come off by now, but they’re holding firm. I finally got an upholstery needle and will probably re-attach them soon. I didn’t get them done until Christmas Eve, so it was definitely a rush job. Depending on my writing schedule I want to make him a junkyard dog for Easter. 

He and his father named him Cuthbert, I suspect Whit chose that name because Luke sometimes has problems pronouncing ‘th’ sounds properly.

This is my latest beauty. Whit’s cousin had a new baby and I whipped this one up in about two months. I had a lot of fun with it because I challenged myself to make it entirely from my stash. Too cool. So, welcome to the world William Harrison Holcomb. May you have many days safe and warm in this quilt. And remember, it’s YOUR QUILT. Feel free to spit up or poop on it, and for the love of all things chocolate, be sure to drag it on the floor so it is perpetually covered in cat hair. To me, it’s not a baby quilt unless it eventually falls apart from being well loved.