2012: year of the quilt

it's official. i'm making a new year's resolution: 2012 will be the year of the quilt.

it feels quite ambitious to name a year after something, especially given that my sewing machine and i currently reside in different countries. also, i hate making resolutions.

but i've had my eye on this 'modified bento box quilt' for a while (as well as a number of others on my pinterest sewing board), and today, i dragged hubs to the fabric store and committed to 10 prints and 5 solids, and found myself a fantastic new fabric store!  

greens + yellows

my solids. two pinks, for a sweet little lady who loves pink! (jp and katy, as always, thank you for letting me dote on your babies.)

oranges + yellows

and mostly, pink. this little girl (at least, last i asked it was her most consistent answer) loves pink. and i even managed to find tulip print fabric here in india, which i thought perfectly fitting for someone who can name both india and the netherlands as places her family comes from!

the stack all together. my camera is wonky- the far right fabric is a deep green.

i can't wait to see how this turns out, even though it makes me nervous to take on such a large project (especially after saying over and over again that i'd leave quilting to the pros!) i'm second guessing my fabric choices, wondering if the balance of big prints + small prints + solids i aimed for missed the mark. buyer's remorse? amateur quilter's rookie mistake? 

eh. if i finish it and it sucks, scratch this post and i'll keep it for myself, as a reminder as to why i shouldn't quilt. at any rate, i found some beautiful fabrics and i'm glad husband was with me, to keep me from completely raiding the shelves.

i'm nervous, and excited. mostly, i just can't wait to get started. april come, she will!

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also, with my new discovery of this fabric store, i'm tempted to open an online store so that you all can benefit, too. if i hadn't just pulled my hair out at the post office trying to mail someone some cookies ('eatables not allowed, madam.'), i might seriously consider it.