Sometimes I buy some fabric and even stitch it together. These fabrics were in a collection of fat 8ths I got during a quilt run a few years back. They are sweet, innocent, old fashioned classical baby fabrics. I put them together, found a great stripe from my stash for the mitered border, then it went in a closet. Until just the right baby came along, who's brief life mattered so much to his parents. I knew just which quilt top I had, and pulled it out and finished it.
Baby Dale, 2009.
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