Once upon a time, a very smart and beautiful little girl named Alex become a very good mommy to her Baby. (I gave her the baby a couple of Christmases ago and once Baby was undressed and naked, she was ignored for a long, long time...but now Baby is being played with--- a lot!) For her birthday, Alex was gifted many Baby accessories and Baby clothes, and Baby feeding equipment and everything Baby. Except for one, most important item.....Baby didn't have a Blankie. Can you imagine such a thing? No, Dear Reader, nor could I. It seemed just tragic that Baby was making her way in the world without a Blankie. Because, if you don't have a Blankie, then you don't have a Snuzz! Alex would tell you that life without a Snuzz is not worth living, so I decided that I would remedy the situation and make Baby a Blankie and by doing so, ingratiate myself into my granddaughter's good graces. (Wicked, tricky mind of mine!)
When we got back home we measured Baby to get the proper size for Blankie and then Gramma got to work. I do not claim to be much of a sewer, but I did manage to attach the satin ribbon to the edges of the Blankie (with minimum bleeding on my part, too, always a good thing) although I did not use a blanket stitch because I could not figure out how to do one as it has been years and years and years since I had to use that stitch. I added a tiny little "tag" made from that bit of yellow ribbon mentioned above, to delineate the Yellow Snuzz Corner (as readers of this blog may remember is the most important corner of any Blankie worth its snuggle). I then added Baby's name (er, well, "Baby") in the corner as Alex has her name in the corner of her Blankie. Yellow Snuzz Corners and Names in Corners of Blankies being of paramount importance, don't you know.....
Even for a poor seamstress like myself, it didn't take too long to cobble together this Blankie for Baby. Once I had it finished (and had accounted for all the needles in the package as I was terrified I'd lose one on the floor where Ian would, of course, immediately find it and try to eat it or stab himself in the eye with it or some other horrible thing), I took the Blankie upstairs to Alex, who was in her room happily listening to music and "reading" books. (She is certainly a self-starter, that child!) I handed over Blankie and she waved it around in the air and then immediately tossed it to the floor and headed off to do something else. My heart sank, I will admit.
So Alex had a bath and washed her tummy and washed her feet and dried off all by ourselves, thank you very much, donned her favorite green footed 'jammies, brushed her teeth and then headed to bed. That's when the new Blankie for Baby became Very Important indeed. Alex had to gather it up off the floor, find Baby (who was hiding downstairs on the couch) and then make up Baby's bed and tuck her in. Which she did and did very well. Alex then popped into bed and told me how much she liked Baby's new Blankie and gave me a huge Alex grin and a hug. And Gramma's heart soared.