Once Upon a Time, I was a Little Girl.

I found a bag of dolls, baby clothes and baby toys in the basement last week.  I had forgotten they were down there and I was surprised to see a lot of the stuff.  Sam was also surprised, but less happy because everything needed a good washing and a little Bac-Out before he would be in the same room with any of it.  He was more surprised to realize that the crib I'd bought at a garage sale a few years ago was not actually a construction trolley but somewhere to put baby dolls to sleep!  This was not good news until he learned that cribs need blankets and mattresses and pretend bottles and little! tiny! things to go in them.  His future brightened considerably.

The quilt is about the same as Hillary's which was made from this pattern, which I clearly did not copy correctly since I'm just realizing that I left out the border entirely.  Sheesh.  The triangles came from this box and were all larger triangles that I cut down to size.  It took me a little longer to do, but it was worth it to have them all vintage-ish.  The binding is also second-hand, but the back is a newer feedsack repro print.  I think I also should have stuck to the same solid green binding as the stripes, but OH WELL, it's done now. 

The mattress fabrics are both home dec weights, and I think they both came from Alicia?  Maybe one came from Molly. Those are the two dolls he likes the best as he wants nothing to do with the Cabbage Patch doll and both Raggedy Andy and Anne are sort of old hat around here.  Augie likes them an awful lot though.

Sam sat on my lap while I stitched down the binding this morning.  We talked about I'll teach him to sew when he's five and the difference between a needle and thread and the needle they use at the Doctor's office and different still, the needle one uses to knit with.  It was nice.  Even though it was precipitated by a cut on his finger.  I'll take what I can get.  It will be interesting to see if this stuff changes his play at all and brings out anything even vaguely maternal.  He let Augie touch his arm yesterday!  That is progress.  Also, they intentionally bumped foreheads.  That is practically kissing in my books.