Per usual I bought a LOT of this fabric and was just finishing up this quilt when our great-nephew was born in Minnesota December 17th. I thought this was a wonderful way to mark his birth in winter, Minnesota, and very boyish. I often shy away from baby quilts that are too juvenile as I daydream about baby becoming very attached and same quilt sitting on the bed of their dorm room some day. I also pieced the backing using up leftover fabric. Because of the scenery, I kind of like the way it turned out.
I was broken hearted when Melinda called and told me she was having a lumpectomy. Even more so when she called less than two weeks later telling me of her upcoming second surgery. She's back at school already and the two surgeries and month of daily radiation have take a toll on her. I was so excited when I finished the quilt, I forgot to take pictures. Luckily, her husband took some for me! She loves it and that is all that matters to me.
I started thinking about making a red & white quilt several years ago and started collecting charm squares. Little did I know that at the time there weren't many strictly red with white fabrics available. There is NOW! LOL I put 12 blocks together only to find out that I the flying geese weren't flying the correct direction. Silly geese!! I also decided that I wanted a queen size. All has been fixed and I quilted on my long arm. It turned out great and has been gifted to my daughter for her Christmas quilt (it will also work for Valentine's Day).
What do you do with a lot of half square triangles? You hand them to a pretty smart little cookie and tell him to make four patches. Then Grandma sews the four patches just like he had them planned and hands them back to the boy. He lays them out of a small classroom rug just the way he wants them. Then Grandma and boy carry the rug to the sewing room. Blocks to rows, rows to a little quilt for Baby Charlotte that lives next door. He's really proud of his work, and Grandma knows that soon enough we'll be warning him about having that lead foot (poor thing, it's in the genes).