Friends of ours had a baby and I wanted to do something special. I asked Steph if I could make a baby blanket. I decided it couldn't be that hard, right? At this point, looking at anything on Etsy was a little expensive. People were adding all kinds of tidbits to the blankets that weren't exactly necessary. But custom is good, right? Everyone likes to have an original, something tailor-made. Steph picked out the fabric and we found the perfect pink fleece to match (and it had to be soft). It didn't take me long to figure out what I wanted to do, and it didn't take me long to put it all together.
I think Charlie, the little girl who got it, likes it. I'm assuming she has spit up on it numerous times. If that's the case, it has been washed numerous times, too. If that's the case, it's definitely getting some love. I want it to get spit up on. I'm sure some people would get a blanket and never use it because someone made it, but dammit, people, what's the point? I can make another one, if they wanted. It would probably need to be a tad bit bigger, too. Would it be the same fabric, probably not, but hopefully Charlie wears this sucker out. I'm hoping it gets pooped on, torn a bit and peed on. I hope it gets washed so many times that, really, a jug of Tide was used on it alone. What's the point of making something if someone isn't going to use it, right? So, they better be using it. If not, the next time we visit, I'm going to poop on it and wash it.