The blankie that cannot die.... or I am a mom.... or who knew I had it in me.
There are so many places I could start this post.
I could tell you about how I dropped Home Economics in the 9th grade because I was failing the sewing portion of the class and didn't want the grade to hurt my GPA.
Or I could tell you about how my husband bought me a sewing machine for Christmas last year because I had made a resolution to sew. On December 26th of last year I packed that machine away because I couldn't figure out how to thread the damn thing. You Tube and phone calls to my mother weren't helping.
But I think I will start in June of 2008. You see my little boy Caiden was in the hospital and the nurses brought him a blankie. It was special because it was a Project Linus blankie, which are blankies sewed by volunteers for kids in the hospital. It was a red white and blue quilt. Caiden was 15 months old and I was praying he would be okay.
Fast forward to my youngest child Cameron. When Cameron was a baby he got a hold of that blankie. I told my DH that we had to make sure to put it up because it was Caiden's Linus blankie and it was special, but Cameron got very attached to it very quickly. I tried giving him other blankies but he refused. Caiden told me to let him have it and said he wanted his baby brother to have it.
Cameron is three and that blankie is his baby. It has gone through hell and back. As I mentioned, it is not one I can just go out and buy a new one of either. I noticed that small rips were appearing in the blankie recently and vowed to take it to someone to be fixed.
Today Cameron threw up all over blankie. Blankie had to be washed again. When I took blankie out of the wash I was crushed. It needed surgery and quickly. Cameron being sick wanted that blanket, but I could see it was in bad shape. I promised him I would bring it to him while he was sleeping.
Four hours at my sewing machine and a cosmetic makeover and blankie is okay. It is not pretty, but it will serve its purpose. The backing was ripped in multiple places and the quilting was coming apart. I gently hand stitched the quilting and sewed one of Cam's old thin baby blankets to the back to keep what little insides were left still inside.
I guess I just needed a project worth fighting the sewing machine over. It took me forever to figure out and I had to rip out my own seems several times. The damn thing got jammed more then once and I even knocked the foot (I think that is what it is called) off trying to pull out a huge tangle of thread that got stuck in the machine...
Who knew I had it in me?