Fast forward two days - I'm having an unrelated conversation with a friend about handmade baby gifts. We are both DIY freaks and she had come across a personalized baby quilt that she thought our crafty skills could replicate. A bunch of friends and family members each designed a piece of square fabric. Some of the squares had embroidered images and messages. Photos had been printed on some of the squares. One square had sequins and sparkle (yes, the quilt was for a girl and yes, sequins pose a bit of a choking hazard...ooops). All the squares were then sewn together. The end result was a one-of-a-kind love letter to the baby. Not only did I agree that it was an incredible gift but I also explained that I had been given this kind of personalized baby quilt (back when I was a baby). And, I still have it. It's perfectly intact and in the back of my closet.
Why did I save my baby quilt all these years? I've never thought about it, I just did. Who throws away something so special? It wasn't quite yard sale material. But, I've grown a little over the past few decades and it no longer fits on my bigger-than-a-crib-sized-bed. Though it's a truly beautiful and awesome keepsake, I have no practical use for it. It just takes up space that a new pair of shoes would happily occupy.
Thanks to Lia's comment and the well-timed conversation with my crafty friend, I think I'll give my baby quilt to my future baby. Maybe it will be used as an actual quilt or maybe I'll hang it on the nursery wall as art. Turns out, I'm sentimental after all.
Here's the masterpiece.
I can't adequately explain how beautifully the maker of the above square crafted the clown. From the real buttons on his shirt to the real feather in his cap, I am amazed each time I see it.
Many of the individual square crafters included their names or initials within the square (like Maxine and KM, above)
I can't believe how well this held up. The intricately crocheted square (above) is without a single tear or hole.
Motivated by all the excitement of discovering my baby blanket...rather, rediscovering my baby blanket...I started looking around my tiny apartment for more unintentionally saved keepsakes for my future children. Check out what else I found.
I have the entire three book series of World Treasury of Children's Literature. Though, they're a little dusty.
Yes, those dark squiggles on the edge of the books are clumps of dust. But, the cover itself is in great condition. I'll just have to
That's right, it's Marky Mark written by Marky Mark. Remember when Mark Walberg went by Marky Mark? I certainly do. I think I still know all the lyrics to Wild Side: "Little Tiffany, only thirteen, went to the city..."
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Yes, it's autographed.
1 comment:
Since I make baby clothing/goodies for a living, I feel it necessary to save one of every cute thing for my future children (what if I can't get the robot fabric in a year from now!?). The shoebox underneath the bed gave way to a plastic storage tub, and now a drawer. Getting a little ridiculous, but at least my kid will be decked out!
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