I finally made Oscar a quilt for his big boy bed. Four years after he moved out of his crib. Poor second child. The top is scraps from other projects paired with solids in "bright colors" which was all the direction I got from him as far as quilt preferences. The idea of pairing solids with coordinating scraps by the block isn't original but I was specifically inspired by a nine-patch quilt my mom has. I took the concept and made an improve rail fence and it was very easy and fun. But getting out the scraps made my already disastrous craft room even worse. I love seeing fabrics from other projects appear in this quilt. It renewed what was a waning interest in print fabrics (over solids).
The back is minky fleece and, of course, the piece I bought was a touch too narrow so I pieced in some random fleece scraps I had lying about. I put polyester batting in the middle and tied the whole thing with black floss, inspired by this quilt. I think I need to add some more ties. This quilt is getting washed a LOT while we work through, shall we say, nocturnal dampness?
Unrelated, I keep thinking I should change up the decor in his room. The cardboard framed art and green walls have been there since his infancy but I still love it. That bear drawing at the top is one Biscuit made in kindergarten and now Oscar is making his own version in kindergarten. He has the same teacher she did and the art projects persist from year to year. Maybe I'll swap out his for hers when it comes home in a few months. Mr. H loves the bird mobile and I love the leaf print quilt BIscuit and I made from leaves in our neighborhood. One interesting thing, the leaf size has changed DRAMATICALLY during the drought. The biggest leaves are from trees in our yard and the largest leaves have been about half that size the past few years. Maybe this Spring will be different since we're getting a ton of rain.
And about the stuffed animals. The kid is into his stuffed animals! Those two are Little Pup (a gift from Biscuit from Alaska) and Snowball (who came from my parents).