So I did something today that felt brave, although that's a silly description to apply. There was a baby shower for a colleague at work today. She's about to have her first child. Sometimes any interactions at work make me feel shy. I'm new to this office and sometimes feel like I'm elbowing into a close-knit family. And I'm the new girl, and I brought something handmade to the party.
Anyway, is this making sense? For the first time I made a major sewn gift for someone not related to me, and self-equated it to store-bought regard. That took some confidence-steeling, but this is a coworker I hold in high regard, and babies don't just show up every day.
I made a baby quilt and I gave it away. My handmade goods show room for growth, but they also show that they're made with love, surely.
I used the basic block from the catvent quilt-along, 30 different scraps, and a Kaffee Fassett shot cotton in tobacco.
And as for this one, it's awaiting the arrival of a sweet little cherub whose job it is to drool on it and worse -- so a baby quilt can't possibly be the best place for dwelling on perfection. So like pretty much everything, it's a lesson in not over-worrying, and just moving forward.