I want to create again. I want to see the product of hours of work. I want to have fat cuddly babies nestled in plush quilts that I made.
What spurred on this sudden need for pins, rotary cutters and see through rulers? I saw my cousin's fat, cuddly, cute-as-can-be newborn baby nestled in a plush quilt I made. It fed my addiction. I want more. More babies, more plush, more cuddles. My own babies are getting a bit too big for the crib sized quilts I enjoy making. I need to find other babies to force my quilts on. Strongarm their mama's into cuddling them in cottony goodness.
The fabric is there, calling to me. Asking me, pleading to be one of the chosen to have the opportunity to rub up against silk soft baby skin. I walk past my machine every day, multiple times a day and get the craving to just sit down and sew.
*Photos courtsey of my cousin up in New Hampshire and her adorable baby girl who happens to be in an outfit that matches her blankie :)