Heirloom Blanket

Such a cuttie! This is my best friend's little guy at about three months. Looks like a bundle of fun, doesnt he? I have yet to meet the tyke in person or on skype, cause he is keeping mommy busy. However, maybe by Christmas! I look forward to it.

R and I have been friends since middle school and the rest is history. This picture is from her baby shower, when I gave her this blanket as a gift. I enjoy embroidering things very much.

I enjoy doing it and being productive while I watch tv. (Yes, I confess I do things like that while watching tv.) Of course, I also redo furniture there are well. I have a hard time sitting still and watching tv, so I end up doing something with my hands. My mother does crossword puzzles. That is a bit much for me.

Anyway, this is the third such blanket I have made: the second embroidered, the other blanket was quilted. I really enjoy trying to do gifts like this for very close friends. Those getting married often get pillowcases. (Hope they like them!) I want to give them something a little more personal. Something that takes time and effort. (When I have the time to give the effort!)

Here is that little guy again on the blanket. You can see it a bit better than in the picture at the shower.

Dont you just love the shirt? Also, a small closeup on the embroidery.

Hope you enjoy the pictures! Thanks R for letting me share the pictures. I sure had fun doing it and thinking of this wee kid that would eventually get to enjoy it!

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