In 1986 I made this baby bunting bag in anticipation of my winter baby.
I dyed cotton fabric for the seminole patchwork. I set a clothes horse out on the ledge of our apartment so the dyed fabric could drip and dry without making a mess. About a week later I received a written complaint from the apartment administration about drying laundry outside my apartment; it was made very clear that this was strictly forbidden. I cannot remember what the consequences were going to be. I settled it with a phone call and thereafter had a wary eye for the people in the apartment complex.
All that aside, the bag was plenty warm, but it was of limited use. It was in storage for 3 decades. At some point I took out the zipper and the lining. I came across it in my recent foray through the closet of hidden treasures. This time I formulated a plan. It isn't a grand plan, but it does give that patchwork effort another purpose.
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