Smarmoofus Spot

Several months ago, my cousin asked me if I could make a quilt for her son’s 9th birthday.  She gave me those several months’ notice, so I had no qualms about agreeing to the task.  In fact, I looked forward to the finished product (if not producing it).  She and I picked out several space-themed fabrics, and she asked me to incorporate part of his current comforter, to which he was very attached.  Also, she asked if it would be possible to make a small blanket and pillow for her son’s teddy bear, as well.  How cute is that?!

So, two days before his birthday party (and two days after his actual birthday!), I finally set to work.  First I “harvested” a section of his old blanket, and re-finished the cut edge so it wasn’t apparent that I’d butchered it.  We intended to give his old blanket back.

Then I  began cutting squares.  And cutting. And cutting… and cutting.  And cutting, and cutting, and cutting.  Mygosh, that was a lot of cutting.  In the end, I had fifty-eight 8½” squares in a variety of patterns.  The center of the quilt was a solid panel of the “good” fabric: realistic-looking planets and other celestial bodies.

After cutting all of my pieces, I went to sleep for about two hours, because I had an important errand on all-day-Friday  (we had to take one of my cousin’s other sons to an evaluation 90miles away).  We returned from that excursion at about 8pm, and I procrastinated a bit more before getting to work piecing the quilt.  Finally, by about 6am Saturday, I had produced this:

 Oh, and of course, I also made this:

Tomorrow I will tell you how he reacted.  That’s a good story.  *pleased smile*

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