Sorting out the blanket box this weekend, I uncovered a baby afghan I made last year.
|Could do with a press...|
I’m not in love with it. For a start, the boygoblin is over a year old now, and that’s older than I thought it was when I began. Even at six months he was a little too old for pastel gingham bears. *sigh.
Finishing the cross stitch was faff enough. I remember working on it at the height of summer - the one week we got – when sitting under a blanket was not my favourite thing.
And I’m not particularly enjoying the flannel either. Taken with the chunky cross-stitch it makes the thing look clunky, rather than cosy.
|bear escaping (don't blame him...)|
|My mother would call the sketchy quilting a "design feature" (aka rescue job)|
Besides, I fancied a bit of CSI…