Last week after I realised the general lack of blankets in our house and that I needed to take our own to the hospital (when did they stop supplying them?!?), I took myself off to the op shop looking for a cotton blanket. What I came back with was a $15 chenille bedspread. Never mind that I have one of my own in the linen closet - somehow it seems less of a drama to cut up something that used to belong to someone else than it is to cut up something that I vaguely recall being on my bed as a child, no matter how long it is since I've used it. Well, I've just finished turning the single bed-sized cover into six baby blankets:
Three are lined, three are not;
Three have mitred corners, three do not;Two have curved bottom edges, four are rectangular;
Two are identical;One has a fringed edge;
One has dodgy fancy topstitching;
Sorry for the lack of colour - trying to keep gender a secret still.