It's funny how things just kind of happen, just kind of work out when starting on a new project.
In the beginning, this little quilt of ours was not suppose to be ours when finished. My nephew had requested a new quilt being that his "baby" one was just too short for a big boy. He was not happy about his feet getting cold from sticking out from underneath his quilt whenever he tried to snuggle with it.
So I went looking online for the perfect big boy fabric. I went straight to a certain collection that I had seen in the Fall. I fell in love with it in the beginning but just put off buying a big bundle of it. The link was sent to my brother so our little customer could approve the choice picked for him.
My choice did not make his approval.
We were all shocked. We just couldn't understand how this little guy didn't like all the little critters among all these gorgeous boyish colored fabrics. But he had very specific ideas for his quilt and I had this fabric bundle ordered and on the way. Yes, I jumped the gun and bought the bundle being there wasn't very many left. There lies another story about this particular fabric bundle and waiting so long to acquire it. Another time.
So what is one to do in a predicament?
Make a quilt for around here. Because why wouldn't we need another quilt amongst all the others we have. It doesn't hurt to be over prepared for the Ice Age. Whenever it may happen.
So even before the fabric arrived I went looking for the perfect pattern for the quilt. I found one, adjusted it to my liking and started cutting as soon as the fabric arrived. I worked on it here and there, all the while the people of the house would stop and see how things were moving along. The front was finished. There were decisions to be made about the back. Suggestions were given. The plan was finalized, put into action and the quilt was finished. I even stayed up late on finishing night so it could be washed, dried and let everyone take a test snuggle with it.
It's now our favorite in the house.
I even got help from one of my quilt holders to take pictures.
It has now become somewhat of a "I-spy" quilt around here.
Everyone finding their favorite little scene with the critters.
The girls even make cutesy voices when they find something they like.
There are fire side chats.
Everyone tries to imagine what those chats are about.
Let's just say that there are some wild imaginations around here.
There are critters playing patty-cake.
At least that is what I think.
Someone else of my crew seems to think other wise. His thought is that the chipmunk is freaking out about his lost nut stash and the raccoon is calming him down. That is the girls favorite so that is what they are going with also.
There are marshmallows being roasted.
So stinking cute.
And parties to be had with the critters.
Not sure about the martini glass.
The girls say it's just a fancy glass to have punch in.
I'll go with that.
Dad isn't that easily swayed.
There's even chips and dip, party hats and all kinds of sweets to be had.
Possums sleeping in hammocks, mice hanging up lights,
and fishes in the streams.
It's the cutest ever.
What isn't so cute is the debating over who gets to use it. I think Dad has now taken it to be his being that everyone else has their own special quilt and he doesn't.
The tag now says it's his.
Maybe the girls can bat their eyes at him in order to get their own snuggle time with the quilt.