I finished Baby Boy's quilt, and I am in love. I think if it was much bigger, then the crazy combination of colors and pattern would be overwhelming, but at about a 40" square, this is just the right size.
I am all heart-eyes looking at it, which explains why I took about one million pictures of a baby blanket.
There was probably nothing about this quilt that is actually quilter-approved. It is extremely imperfect, slightly lumpy, flawed, and wonderful.
I pretty much invented my own method for creating these squares, which I'll share in another post, but it is probably going to be an upsetting post for actual quilters, when they see how careless and sloppy I am in my procedures.
I have some skills in quilting. I think I'm really good at selecting fabric, inventing patterns, and figuring out the math and geometry of said patterns. I am less good at the actual production of quilts. Maybe I'm just too busy and impatient to put in the time necessary.
I may not have a single diaper stashed away, or a bottle, or any burp cloths unpacked... but he's got a quilt waiting. And that's what's really necessary.