Yes, I said fleecy baby blanket.
It may come as a shock to many, but people have babies. My little sister just had a baby. My friends have babies. Babies freaking everywhere! My mom made my sister a beautiful baby quilt this spring. Now, I know from personal experience that my mom’s quilts are fucking fantastic, and are so nice you don’t want to risk damaging them. That’s when I had the god. damn. brilliant. idea to make a delightful baby blanket that was virtually shit and puke proof. A little internet research later and I had settled on a fleece/quilt/applique baby blanket. My sewing experience up to this point was a (great) motorcycle seat and a “quilt” (with no batting) fit only for my dog. But let it never be said that I know my limitations.
This also led to my first time going to a fabric store for actual fabric… I bought WAY to much fabric (now everything I sew will be made from 5 different colors of fleece).
I created a design in my mind, took a few measurements and got to work. Let me tell you, fleece is kind of a bitch. The stretchiness gave me some problems during cutting as nothing wanted to stay square. I’d be humming along cutting strips of fabric only to stop and notice I now had a pretty trapezoid shape rather than a square. Queue the swearing. I trimmed edges and got things fairly square and decided to see how it impacted the design as I went. This (first) blanket was more of a prototype anyway. The stretching continued to give me problems, but I persevered.
Everything seemed to be going alright until I got to the free motion part of the quilt. I had skipped stitches, no stitches, broken bobbin thread, broken top thread, everything. Fuck! The wife and the dog hate it when I yell. I finally got fed up and partially disasembled the machine. I mean, hell, if I can take apart my bike, put it back together, and scream down the road at 90mph I can take apart a sewing machine. jk. I didn’t really take it apart. But I did open it up and lube everything – it made no difference. Off to my sewing shop I went with partially finished quilt in hand. The delightful people at Sew Hut promptly told me I was using the wrong needle and set me straight.
The difference the different needle made was astounding. No more problems, no more swearing and BOOM – the blanket was finished.
I washed it, wrapped it, and delivered it to my friends down the street. One baby done…