The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
–Ruth Hamilton, Song for a 5th Child
This sweet quilt is for a wonderful friend and very special new baby. I think for you to appreciate this, it requires a little backstory. This friend of mine is, in a word, amazing. She just gave birth to her 11th baby. And all the other ones before the new little one are well taken care of and loved, disciplined, polite, clean, hard working, helpful
{her third son is my Lawn Boy}, kind to each other and others,
respectful, wonderful people. I would like them to adopt me. When ever I stop by, their house is clean and everybody is busy. When he's not at work, the father of this family is doing dishes or working in the garden or playing with the children or cleaning the giant tub in the master bath, and the kids are doing homework or helping out with the chores or playing
nicely with each other, and my friend is making delicious meals or bottling tomatoes or doing laundry. With each baby, my friend experiences complications that are more than just an annoyance. But she keeps on doing what she should be doing, getting up early to make lunches and pancakes from scratch, and keeping her home a nice place for her family. If it were me, I'd just lay down and have a nap. All. the. time.
This amazing and sweet friend of mine is always first to offer a helping hand to anyone who needs it, but the only way to get her to accept any help is to thrust it upon her. So a few weeks ago I showed up on her doorstep, sleeves rolled up to help with whatever it was she needed doing at the time. She gets really nesty when she's expecting and likes to have the blinds cleaned and the windows washed and the chandelier in the front hall dusted. I rattled off every chore I could think of from washing dishes to vacuuming to scrubbing toilets and she told me that the blinds and windows and chandelier had already been done, the laundry was under control and the day was well in hand. She invited me in, though, and we visited for an hour before she had to go pick up kids from the high school. Near the end of our visit, I noticed that she had dinner ingredients on the counter.
I could have been putting her dinner together for her while we chatted. As I was getting ready to leave, she loaded me up with tomatoes and zucchini from her garden and a really great
recipe for zucchini soup. She opened the fridge to offer me the left-overs of her soup
{which I flatly refused} and said,
don't look at the fridge. It is kind of a mess. And I was like,
'clean the fridge' 
. I forgot to say 'clean the fridge' . I left feeling like my plan to help out had completely backfired. Not only had I not helped her out at all, I had gotten in the way of her getting her dinner put together
and she helped me out with a new recipe to try, plus ingredients.
I arrived at home, feeling discouraged at my complete ineptness and I let the
Little Bugs talk me into letting them have frozen pizza for dinner
{do you see the irony here 
?}. About 45 minutes later, the oldest girl
{who, by the way, is a fabulous babysitter} showed up with the biggest casserole I've ever seen
{seriously, it fed us for four meals} with fresh green beans and homemade mashed potatoes and lots of cheese on top. I realized that the ingredients in this casserole were the ones I saw sitting on her counter, that I should have been assembling for her while we talked. I deduced that she had planned to make two casseroles and freeze one for after the baby came, but instead she gave the second one to us. I wanted to crawl under the couch and never come out. I made plans to pay her back the next week
{I took her Chicken Pot Pie and Peach Pudding Cake} and then got to work on a quilt for the new baby, while her delicious casserole baked in my oven.
I'd been wanting to do something with the
leftover bits from my Frolic jelly roll, so I pulled them out and counted them up. I had just enough to make 12 nine-patches, with a few left over squares
{which I combined with some cut yardage to make a 13th nine-patch for the tag on the back}. I also had enough of the not-quite-solid green in my stash to sash the nine-patches and then I went on-line to see if I could find any Frolic yardage. I hadn't seen it at any of the LQS's and even if it had been available locally, it had been long enough since it came out that the pickings would have been slim. The planets aligned just right because I found some on a Labor Day special at 40% over at the
Piece n' Quilt Store {she's still got a few pieces left on sale, but not quite at 40% off} that went perfectly with what I had to make an adorable baby quilt. As it happens, Natalia's
shop and studio is about 40 minutes away from my house, so I took a little drive and picked up my fabrics
{I also enjoyed seeing all her work up close and personal}.
In two days I had the quilt top nearly finished. And then
Grace needed some serious maintenance. I had a bit of thinking time on my hands. I laid the quilt out on the
living room floor design wall to see how it was coming, and as nice as the green sashing was, it just wasn't sweet enough for a baby girl. So I reworked my plan. As I mentioned, the planets had really aligned when I got my Frolic yardage from Natalia. It worked out nicely because although she unfortunately did not have quite enough of the pretty coral plaid fabric I'd picked for the back and binding, she
did have the not-quite-solid coral fabric that went so nicely with it. I had a little over a yard of the plaid and I took two yards of the coral knowing that I'd have a ton of coral fabric left, but she only sells in yard increments and I didn't want to piece the strips of it that I was going use on the back to frame the plaid fabric. After I cut the pieces for my quilt back I had more than enough of the coral fabric to do the sashings around the nine-patches in that. I pulled out my
seam ripper {thanks, Iris} did a little
{or a lot} of
frog stitching. And then I waited for Grace to come back home.
While I waited, the baby was born, so I decided to get the tag done for the quilt back. I was originally going to use a fabric pen to write the information on the tag, but since I had a little time on my hands
{never mind all the chores I was going to do while Grace was away}, I decided to embroider it. On a 2" square. Pure madness
. Click on the photo to see it in better detail. Trust me. You don't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, because a tag like this will never happen again. I'd been using
Baby Frolic as a working title for this quilt, and when it came time to make the tag I didn't have anything better so, I kept it. It seems a rather unfortunate name now, though. As I was stitching it in, I realized it sounded awfully close to
baby colic. I hope it doesn't jinx the baby.
When Grace got back from the spa, this quilt was the first thing on my list of priorities to finish. I got the top and back together and decided that I was going to quilt it with
loopy flowers. I'd been admiring them since I did the quilting on my sister's
Snowball Quilt. In preparation, I stayed up one night when I was too tired to do anything else but too listless to sleep, and doodled out about 16 notebook pages of loopy flowers in pencil while I watched re-runs of
The Ghost Whisperer. I've heard from several experts that doodling it out beforehand really helps with the quality of the quilting. It felt pretty awkward the first six pages or so, but then I got the hang of it and started to refine the flowers, making the petals longer and more graceful, instead of small and squat. Then I got to work. I had a few spacing issues as I worked, so about half-way through I re-pinned the quilt so the pins would be markers for the center of each flower. I used little paper 'spacers' I cut about the size of the flowers I was quilting to make the spacing and placement more even. It may not have been the best idea, because half the quilt is evenly spaced with uniform sized flowers and the other half is a crazy, over-grown cottage garden
.
The quilt is all finished and ready to be delivered to the new baby
{I hope I get to hold her when I drop it off}. I even washed it. Up until now, I wasn't sure how I felt about washing a quilt after it is finished. But I've formed my opinion. While I was sewing the binding on, I realized that this quilt was too stiff to use to cuddle a baby in and it
needed washing, so it would be all crinkly and soft and cuddly
{and so that all the quilting imperfections would magically disappear}. Quilts that are going to be used
{and/or quilted by me} need to be washed before they get used. But pretty, artsy quilts
{like the Dragonfly quilt} that I take to the professional machine quilter's and am going to display are quilts that I'm most likely not going to wash.
Here is the full quilt
{for those of you who aren't satisfied with the artsy photos}:
And here is the back:
This might just be my opinion, but I think this quilt makes a great September
finish! Click
here and on the buttons below to see some other great finishes.
Peggy 
tag in the strip. I was as concise as possible and I used the biggest font I could fit into that 2" square 
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. As I worked, I pondered names for this quilt. I couldn't very well call it Summer Breeze or Christmas Stars. I started out with basic descriptors, Grandpa's Pinwheels, Homespun Pinwheels, and the mostly likely candidate, Elemental Pinwheels. Then I asked for Mr. Bug's input. He suggested Earthy Pinwheels or Rusty Pinwheels. Nothing seemed to fit. Completely in love with how the top was coming out, I'd resigned to calling it the less-than-spectacular Elemental Pinwheels. I began to put the borders on and realized that the gorgeous browns reminded me of chocolate and caramel. As I thought about that, I remembered that my Grandpa had a candy dish. And in his candy dish, he nearly always had 
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