The past week has been full of milestones. One minor one, that didn’t seem small at all to me, is in cleaning out everyone’s drawers, I packed away what may well be our last onsie. Can it really be that our baby days are over? Maybe. Maybe not, but really, it’s the first time in well over a decade that I’ve had no reason to have baby things around. Coinciding with this, Little Rosebud got her first big girl bed. Oh my.
It’s still tucked right up to mine, after-all, she’s still a bit of a baby yet. In honor of all of this growing up that they all insist on doing, this post is a little tribute to the bed she recently spent her last night in. Because it was a very special spot indeed.
Back in July of 2009, my sister and I started working on hand-piecing a quilt for Màiri Rose. I wanted to spend her week long visit working on a craft project together and she wanted to learn to quilt by hand, so this is what we agreed on. She picked all of the fabrics from my stash, while I, most unhelpfully, stood over her shoulder questioning her taste. To be fair, she was just as adamant about questioning my sanity with regard to my fabric collection. shrug. It’s a sister thing.
The photos above are all from that visit. The last one is of the two of them, under the completed quilt top, the night before my sister left. I don’t really remember exactly who did what anymore. I know we both pieced it. I think I did most of the cutting. She did most of the embroidery, but I the roses and some of the trickier parts.
This past winter, she returned it to us, fully quilted. All done by hand.
I knitted the blanket at the foot of the bed. The one hanging over the side was crocheted by my mother.
I asked her if she could make a Tiramisu Blanket because the pattern is just so darn pretty.
Each and every element of this bed was lovingly made by someone who cares about her.
But who wouldn’t be excited about a brand new, big and fluffy bed??
The Wee Girl and I? We had plans. Ana White plans to be exact (I do so love Ana’s site). I was dreaming a little dream of this daybed . Do you see that green version there?!? It gets my heart all aflutter. Not being certain if I could find a healthy alternative to the MDF and knowing that my handy husband was likely to frown rather deeply at plans that require cutting scallops, I was willing to settle for this simple bed maybe with some pre-made wood embellishments and painted prettily? That is until my darling husband burst my bubble by reminding me of the bed frame we had in the shed. The rather rustic bed frame that wasn’t appealing to me at all. He offered to paint it pink. I explained that it wouldn’t help. It’s not what I had in mind (the tiny floral print whole-cloth quilt that I have floating around my mind, just doesn’t mesh at all), but… it will do. I figure if the worst I can complain about is not having to buy or make something, well then, it’s a pretty darn good life and I should go right ahead and shut up and be grateful! Mission accomplished.