Adventures in Sewing: A Quilt

So I had bought a bunch of remnant and on sale fabric to make blocks that look something like this for a mobile.  Sewing blocks was somewhat outside my realm of patience.  If I had given in to the hand sewing, I could have done it.  But alas, I have limited time, and not enough patience.

So what to do with all this fabric I had lying around?  Well just sew it together and make a quilt, my friend!

Ah, the ignorance of me.

It was not easy.  Cutting the squares, not so tough.  Sewing the squares together, also not so tough.  Sewing the border to the squares and then sewing said big cumbersome thing to a backing with bunting?  Pretty tough.  Stitching in the ditch to bind the three things together?  Pretty tough.

Sewing on the binding around the edge was much easier after the other parts.

All in, I could have done better.  I will do better next time.  I learned a lot.  Which is part of the point, one thinks.  It's a good, "take to the park and who cares if it gets dirty on 4th of July" type quilt.  And the bunting was too thick (who knew) so it'll be soft for little bottoms.  And possibly warm.  If it doesn't fall apart (again) in the wash.  And, after all is said and done, like most quilts, it has meaningful squares.

 Airforce, and Grady's name.

 Froggies, for Granddad Severs

 Because, apparently, the toys we had out, where not enough.  He dumped out his entire toy box/basket, and removed toys and spread them around.  The lion here, a block here, the train here.  And was quite pleased with himself.  Interesting.  I have read / been told that emptying things in this way is a developmental thing.  And eventually he'll have a fetish with putting everything in boxes or away somewhere, and, at which time, I'm too carefully watch my keys and cell phone, because he will throw them in the trash can, or put them in a drawer, thinking he's putting them away.