Tiny ninjas on silk from spoonflower plus purple minky equals a blanket fit for a baby ninja girl.
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So when I found out that someone I knew was having a baby GIRL (it’s been nothing but boys around here for what feels like forever!) I cracked out the Hello Kitty again.
Man, I wish I’d had time to iron that… oh well, first wash will work that right out, and from what I hear about babies it isn’t likely far away. It’s backed with a fuchsia minky dimple dot.
The bibs are backed in the same minky – everyone I’ve ever done this for just loves how soft it is and loves that they can attach and unattach the bib single handedly withe the velcro.
Finally, I backed micro-fiber cloths in Hello Kitty, with a loop to hang it by.
And then roll it all into a Hello Kitty bag. (I almost got one of these for myself… too cute!) Notice how the bag has exactly the same images as the bib on the far right? Total co-incidence… happy accident. 😀
When I first heard that I was going to be an “Auntie” again, I found this perfect Sesame Street flannel to make some baby stuff. When I heard about 6 months later that I WAS an Auntie again, I thought I should probably get started on said baby stuff.
This picture was actually taken after I gave them the blanket… I’d been up late finishing it and hadn’t had time to photograph it, so the picture is really quite horrid. But I think you get the picture – it’s a flannel rag quilt with a giant center panel.
This might just be the coolest part of the quilt. Centered at the bottom of the panel in the selvage it reads “C 2011 Sesame Workshop”. My nephew was due to be born in early 2012 but due to some complications he ended up being born right at the end of 2011. When I saw the selvage I thought it was just too perfect and I left it in. Most of the time it gets covered by the rag seam, but I know it’s there.
Don’t you just love that nail polish too? To me it looks like a 50’s kitchen appliance.
Anyways, here’s the back of the quilt. Nothing fancy, but there was a LOT of square cutting involved…
Then bibs, cloths, and a stuffed taggy block… and yes, it jingles. 😀
I made a block kind of like this before and it was so adored by the recipient (read: hurled across the room and slammed around in great joy!) that the parents requested another for a friend of theirs that was having a baby. They didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, so this is what I came up with!
Lots of polka dots and lots of monkeys!
Flannel stuffed with fiberfill with a rattle in the middle… give it a little bit of weight for optimal flight trajectory 😀
A friend of my husband just had a baby on 11-11-11… I know, so cool, huh? He wanted me to make a diaper cake and “maybe some of those clippy things?” hahaha.
I dug through my fabric pile and found the space invaders and pac man ghosts, and thought it was totally perfect for this baby of a geek, which in turn will most definitely be a geeky baby.
I don’t know how I scrounged up enough scraps to do all of these clips AND back the bibs, but I did some creative placement! I think it’s safe to say that the minky is not necessarily all on the grain…
For a 5th clip, I used some of my treasured Tetris fabric that I got from Spoonflower last year.
And lastly, a receiving blanket to tie the entire cake together… bicycle flannel… I didn’t have anything geeky and Michael Miller flannel is just so soft after it’s washed!
I had a request from the person that received these to do some more for a baby shower. The only instructions given were that the colors were green and brown, they didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, and she liked the damask patterned one. Not a whole lot, but more than enough to get creative.
So I started searching around my stash for green and brown, everything green and brown i could find in any fabric, even if they didn’t go together or weren’t the same shades, even if it was just a scrap. I came up with about a dozen fabrics and carted them all to my sewing table (aka, “the kitchen table that hasn’t seen food in probably close to 2 years now”). I started laying them out, moving them around, pulling some, putting some other ones in, just visual brainstorming. I had the wonderful thought to make one side minky because I had some stringy minky scraps from cutting around blankets and bibs, and I hardly ever throw a scrap away. So here’s what I came up with:
Not too girly, not to boy-y (yes, it’s a word now), and hopefully sorta co-ordinate-y (again, now a word).
When little ninjas are very tiny, they still need to be clothed properly as a true little ninja. I completed this project on the long weekend (Victoria Day in Canada), but I’m using WordPress’ handy scheduling feature to make sure that the recipient doesn’t see this post before he returns to work next week and I can give him the gift.
How did I accomplish this feat of ninja mastery? The first thing I did was search for “ninja silhouette” in Google Images. I actually traced it right off of my laptop screen (I have a hard screen cover that lets me do that, it’s the easiest way because I can easily adjust the size on the screen before tracing). Then I went to Walmart and found plain one-sies and fabricland to find pretty fabrics and Heat’N’Bond lite. Keep in mind that I did all of this in Lloydminster!
I’ve used Heat’N’Bond before, but never anything this complicated before. I found out from my last project that if there is any webbing peeking out from behind the applique, it will get all over the iron and make a sticky mess. So after I got the fabric pieces all cut out, I set the fabric on chunks of Heat’N’Bond and thought to myself “How on earth am I ever going to cut out an identical shape?!”
So I took the iron and “tacked” the fabric to the Heat’N’Bond – I heated up dots near the end of each limb of the ninjas to hold them all in place, and then cut around the fabric shapes and continued on as before. This method ensured that each part of the ninja – even the tiny little ties of his belt – were firmly attached to the garment. When I got home I stitched around the edges of each of the ninja – I’ll wash them and I hope that they’ll fray around the edges, and that the washable quilting marker comes out!
As usual when I go to Lloydminster, I came out of Fabricland wanting to punch the lady behind the counter – she didn’t want to sell me the glow-in-the-dark machine embroidery thread that I found. She started off by asking me if I knew that this wasn’t normal thread. I tried not to be insulted, since I had been standing at the till, had squealed, and then dashed over to get some, and came back to the till – anyways, no harm on that one. I replied “Yes, it’s glow-in-the-dark machine embroidery thread. I’ve never seen anything like that before, I’m quite excited to try it out!” She then asked me if I knew that it was expensive, and I got very slightly insulted… I replied “Yes, it’s right there on the shelf, it’s 8 something a spool”, which I realize is a lot more expensive than your run-of-the-mill thread. Then she went back to look at the box on the shelf to check the price and came back and said “They’re $8.98 each”, to which I nodded. She asked me if I still wanted them, and I nodded and said yes. Then she asked if I really wanted two of them – now I was starting to get annoyed. I nodded and said yes. She said “Two of them, at 9 dollars each, that’s $18!” I nodded and said yes. She said “You really want both of them?” Now I was starting to get angry. I wanted to asked her “Do you not want me to buy your thread? Just ring in the freaking thread!” But I didn’t say that… I didn’t even raise my voice – much. I just nodded and said yes and ignored the flabbergasted look of confusion on her face.
I can sometimes get this sort of attitude because I don’t look very old – I’m 29, but I don’t look very 29 – I get ID’ed at bars, liquor stores, and restaurants often, and the legal age here is only 18! I’ve encountered this before too, and I find ageism not only frustrating, but insulting. I make a decent living and I have no children, so I spend money on things that I enjoy, like sewing and embroidery, and I don’t appreciate people that assume for whatever reason that there is anything of which I’m incapable.