My Heart Is In It

Our youngest grandchild (2) liberates dishtowels from their owners everywhere she goes to use as blankets for her baby dolls. Her mama asked me to make a couple of doll blankets to replace the towel liberating activity.



So I made a doll quilt—my very first real quilt albeit in a minuscule version. To me, real quilts are those you actually put together. The ones I’ve made in the past are the type with the little squares already printed on the fabric and I just quilted around them—I guess it was cheating (but I’m not ashamed).



My husband said we need to send a doll with the quilt so off he went shopping yesterday afternoon. He reports that people at Target looked at him quite strangely because he kept squeezing various dolls until he found what he wanted. This one cries, giggles, sings la-la-la, etc. when you squeeze various portions of her body, feet, hands, and so on—it was the singing bit that sold him.



Now I’m pondering what doll blanket to make our little one next.