One day this summer, I was doing our laundry and realized that we have many, many homemade blankets. Store-bought blankets are outnumbered 5 to 1 or better at our house. This makes me tremendously happy.
This is the first quilt I made at Camp Lebanon's quilt retreat, way back in the 90's. I had already made several quilts by this time, but being surrounded by women quilting made me more careful and conscientious. It's a standard log cabin stitched in the ditch, and is crib sized. I made it before I even met Shaun, and many of the attendees of quilt retreat commented that it would be a perfect quilt for a little boy. Which made V's birth even more victorious: I was thrilled for my daughter to roll around and drool on this. Those are lizards on the green jungl-y fabric. It was also the first quilt I finished with a proper binding, and after machine sewing the homemade binding on one side, I hand-sewed the whole thing to finish it.
It's still big enough for V to use, though not by much. Soon it will be relegated to babydoll swaddling, I suppose. Not a bad way for a quilt to retire.