This little quiet book has had a lot of love. It’s 36 years old, sewn by my mum for my brother when he was a tiny baby. It’s the reason I started sewing in the first place, when I was a kid. I don’t think I could ever make anything quite as lovely as this, but seeing that you could create beautiful, real things from pieces of fabric seemed like magic to six year old me. I’ve been trying to meet this standard ever since. I did have a go at my own book a few years ago (see the post on it here) but it’s not quite as lovely as my mum’s.