For my baby’s blessing day, I had pictured a lovely little pieced quilt in all white.
But on the morning of the blessing, I had nothing done. I saw this coming, so I had picked up a minky fabric with a lovely paisley and flower like pattern on it, and some white satin blanket binding to make a ruffle with.
A few minutes at the sewing machine and this is what we had:
It turned out really pretty, and it looked lovely with her gown.
There she was, the star of the evening, and she slept right through it.
Can’t say that I blame her.
And may I be allowed to say that I love, I mean I LOVE the little rhinestones on that waist?
Meaning, I am smitten with that gown. It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Next to the baby, that is. She’s perfect, and I love her so much.
So, now that the event is over, I can’t put the blanket away. I know I’m just begging for something bad to happen to it, to stain it or otherwise ruin it before I pack it away, but I can’t help myself. It’s the perfect weight and it’s so soft and pretty. I wish I had one my size! So I just keep wrapping her in it. And life is good when you can do that.