Oliver's First Birthday Quilt

To try to get myself inspired to quilt I decided to start looking for what I wanted to use to make a quilt for Oliver's first birthday in September. I know I said I wasn't going to buy any new fabric, but for this project I wanted something fun. I also want to support independent quilt suppliers, so I shopped around and found what I was looking for at Quilted Thimble Cottage's online store:

The collection is called Breeze by Zen Chic for Moda, and I choose it because the colors made me think of Oliver's eyes and the peachy glow of his skin in sunlight. The prints aren't babyish or girlie, so I think he'll like the quilt as he gets older.

I bought twelve fat quarters plus the backing fabric. The latter is the white on white square-stitchy print (first on the left). I might use my yellow brick road pattern for this one, as it's easy and I've used it a bunch of times, so I won't stress out over the patchwork.

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nightsmusic said…

I love those colors. They're very much Oliver :)

May 1, 2020 at 8:34 AM

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