Finally finished a cot quilt yesterday for the baby of some great friends from the Old Days. Hooray for little Rosie Brookes, who arrived, perfect in every way, within two hours. From first uh-oh to final ta-da in an hour and a half! What a star!

The quilt took a lot longer.

Having read all the books that say you must label your quilt for posterity I dutifully wrote a little note on the back of it then nearly set fire to the whole thing when setting the permanent marker with a hot iron. I hope the scorching will add to a subtle patina...

Anyway, here it is. I'm not showing you the burnt bit.

This means that of the five projects I had on the go at Christmas, I'm now down to three. Better start another one, I think.