It seems that everywhere I go, I see pregnant women. I have 3 friends and one niece, all of which are having boys. Two are due very soon and 2 during the summer. How nice to know what you're having, so you can plan your nursury, colors, etc. But,there is that element of surprise missing like when I was pregnant and my mother and hers and on and on. That leads me to this post...or sort of.
One of my most cherished items in the whole world is my baby quilt. The reason being...my mother pieced it and my grandmother, her mother, quilted it. It's priceless to me to have something in which both their talented hands played a part. My grandmother was a beautiful quilter and my mother a beautiful seamstress. How lucky am I to have been blessed with that talent in my life?
So, here it is. Full of farm animals, all painstakingly done by my mom. Look at all the detailed hand embroidery. My favorite is the little lamb with her ruffled lace skirt. The pig is cute, too. The little farmer boy and girl and that turquoise polka dot with the rick rack trim..Ahh! I have this hanging in my studio/office along with my daughter's ballet toe shoes she wore when she was 13. She is now 27. You can still see the wool stuffing down in the toes, not that it helped the pain any.
The baby doll is an old Madame Alexander from the 60's. She's in excellent condition, but she's not the one I had as a child. I have yet to find her, but I love this one, still. She is wearing a baby dress I found in an antique shop.
That embroidery took my breath away! Her bonnet looks like someone made it out of a hankie...cute!
The dress laying on the quilt is an old baby dress that I wore. The fabric has little tiny pink rosebuds.
The sweater set was hand crocheted by my grandmother, as was the blue hat. I'm sure it was a matching set, but I have know idea what happened to it..
The old shoes hanging with the vintage tag(see above photo) are something I picked up in an antique store and tied onto a pale yellow bucket that I filled with baby goodies and gave as a shower gift to the most delightful Holly, a sweet friend, who is on bedrest due to a baby that's about to pop at any minute.
There you have it. Babies in Spring. What could be better?
