About six years ago, I came across a lovely, soft corduroy material that was exactly what I wanted at the time for a baby blanket.
I bought enough for two, making a blanket for my friend, Mar, who was expecting her first child, and then beginning work on my own. Graeme and I had begun trying for kids at that point, and I had no reason to think that I wouldn’t soon be in the family way. I spent hours on this blanket, and I think it is some of the finest quilting I have ever done.
The years went by and no pregnancy ensued. The blanket was packed away and mostly slipped from memory (mostly on purpose). But, today, I came across it, again. And, today, I was justified in pulling it out, shaking it off, and taking pleasure in it for the first time in years.
































