Hey, wait a second! When did my little boy become such a big boy, and a big brother at that? It’s a fascinating thing having a baby ’round these parts, and the effect his tiny-ness has on my perspective of Orlis. Who seems so huge.
A few months ago, as my nesting phase went on longer than expected, I did what any semi-insane pregnant woman would do — I made a quilt. While making baby quilts — for gifts — has become a symbol of my very existence, I had never ventured past the 3X3 foot terrain into larger, truer, longer-lasting bed quilts. Seeing my [now older] child grow inches on the wall, and make his way s.l.o.w.l.y out of the family bed, I figured it was time he get a bonafide, mama-made quilt of his own with which to grow into late-toddler, little boy, (gulp) older boyhood.
For many years, I’ve had my eye on the simple, fresh design of the sunny-tied quilt from the Purl Bee. I decided it would be the perfect design for my color-loving boy in his bright orange bedroom. I had a great time picking out lights and mediums and darks and patterned fabrics to accentuate his two-toned bedroom, and got to work immediately, cutting them into scraps and piecing it all together. Without much deliberating, I also decided that doing that many yarn ties (as the tutorial dictates) to hold it all together would exacerbate my pregnant crabbiness and poke a hole in my thumb, so I sent it out to be quilted instead. As soon as this sweet thing got back, I tacked on the binding and threw it on his bed.
And, oh glory, isn’t it adorable! I love the way the few subtle blues pop out, drawing attention to the mis-match lineup of the two sides, and I love the way the oranges and whites bring to life the birds I stenciled on the walls. Mostly I love how much he loves his cozy quilt — making a burrito of himself during a sweaty nap, and burrowing deep for the long nights. He’s learning how to comfortably be alone, and I’m learning, too, how to help him do it. As he is warmed by his own homemade blanket, my own heart is warmed knowing that, in good company my little Blackbird dreams. ”I want “mama cuddles” he calls the quilt already, as we settle him in for slumber. And I think to myself, “oh, baby. You can have Mama Cuddles. Do take them to college too, won’t you? But not for a good, long while.”