Lincoln Nursery: Grandma's Quilt

 

Before I knew if I was having a Lincoln or a Sophia or a Mortimer or a Bernice, I knew that the heart of the nursery would be my grandma's red quilt top.

 

My grandma, so Lincoln's great grandma. This quilt top has seen some days. And it may or may not contain scraps of my grandpa's pajamas or a housecoat remnant from a woman at church, because that's how my grandma did it.

 

Made with love and thought and using every scrap.

 

The quilt face needed some seams reinforced. And it was evident that some of the fabrics were wearing thin.

 

Because someone had likely worn them thin as clothing. Pajama pants. Grandpa Peter. Maybe.

 

 

I chose a soft minky fabric for the quilt back and did straight line quilting to strengthen the integrity of the quilt. Stitching the ditch was a consideration, but the corners didn't match up so a "straight" line outline 1/4 inch on both sides of each square was the smoothest transition.

 



The binding: turquoise dots.

Creative
Loving
Kind

That's how I remember my Grandma. Those are the memories I want Lincoln snuggled up in on a cold night.

The fact that those gentle memories got to come in a collage of rad boisterous patterns? Priceless and Perfect.

The Lincoln Bedroom

Meet Lincoln. Our baby schatze.

 

He's almost 3 months now and, yes, I have been greedy in not sharing him with you. I've been busy.

 

Kissing cheeks

Rocking to sleep

Sitting and staring

Cheering for poop

And burps

Chasing smiles

Stifling worry

Embracing deliriousness

Filing away the sweet smell of baby

Being grateful. We're beyond grateful.

 

Lincoln is not greedy though. He said I can share his bedroom with you.

 

For now, just the sights.

 

  

 

 

The details about his sensory board, the quilt his great grandma made, custom shelves, club rocking chair and personalized room décor...those will come later.

And updates from Lincoln, they will continue later too.

Right now? Snuggle-thirty.

...beyond grateful.

:photos by Patchwork Photography