I had hoped to post these pictures last week on my New Hampshire adventure, but I just never managed to get around to it. Here are a few pictures of the finished quilt in it's new home.
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| Hanging over the crib that will be Mia's after Ari outgrows it. |
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| Helpfully held-up by my brother, and proud father, Joe. |
The pieced back is not *perfectly* centered, as I would have liked. But somehow I think Mia will forgive me.
I have to admit that after stitching all the binding on by hand, I really was craving some good old fashioned strawberry shortcake, so I made some for my parents and I. Buttermilk biscuits, split, buttered, and grilled till golden and crispy along the edges, drenched in strawberries and whipped cream. Trust me, it's a million times better than those terribly greasy yellow sponge cakes. Grilled biscuits. They're the way to go.
I have to admit that after stitching all the binding on by hand, I really was craving some good old fashioned strawberry shortcake, so I made some for my parents and I. Buttermilk biscuits, split, buttered, and grilled till golden and crispy along the edges, drenched in strawberries and whipped cream. Trust me, it's a million times better than those terribly greasy yellow sponge cakes. Grilled biscuits. They're the way to go.
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