Oh that quilt was about the end of this at the time pregnant momma.
I may have said a few mother of pearls through clenched teeth and given that little quilt the bird a couple times in the process of making it...
But I love my lil sistah like crazy, so I pushed through.
I had to make her son a quilt.
And she loves that quilt like crazy.
So here we are 8 months later, and
V turned one last week.
ONE! She needs to have another one for me soon.
I promise I will make him or her another quilt.
Really? A quilt?
I know, but it worked.
Easy, peasy, lemon squeezey.
You just throw that quilt down as a table cloth...
whip up some coordinating cupcake flags with some toothpicks and double sided tape...
(I graduated high school in 1999. Crazy huh?!)
Happy Birthday Vincent from your favorite auntie!