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Our "Travel Quilts"

 
In preparation for this adoption, we've already started thinking of ways that we can afford this whole process. It definitely won't be a "cheap" venture in our lives. The hardest part will be finding the money to cover the travel costs to Africa. To help with the travel costs, we hope to hold a couple events that will help us raise funds.
 
A couple years ago, when we first discussed adoption, my thoughts were with quilting. I get such satisfaction making a quilt or a sewn gift for a new child, or for a Christmas/Birthday gift for a niece or cousin. Thinking about a child wrapped in a quilt makes me smile from ear to ear. My thoughts then, and now, are to create baby/children quilts to sell. All money made from these quilts will be kept to help pay the costs of travel to Africa. Each quilt sold will be filled with thoughts and prayers for all children. They are full of my waiting stitches and filled with love and joy. 
 
The picture below shows the projects I have already started. The boxes with quilts meant for our travel fund are marked with "waiting stitches". Every time I see these boxes, it sends a flourish in my heart, they remind me of the smiles and hugs that will join our family soon... I'm so excited for the day...
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  1. Mara, Thank you for sharing your journey! I'm excited to hear more about it and hope all the best for your family. I will be praying for you guys.

    Also, please put me on the list for at least one quilt! We'd love to support your cause. Tryg is going to be going into a 'big boy bed' soon and I'd love to have a quilt just for him and his new bed.

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    1. Hi Mindy! I would love to make a quilt for Tryg! Do you have a pattern/color scheme/theme in mind? Is this for a twin bed or toddler bed? Let me know! So exciting :)
      Thanks,
      Mara

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    2. Mara,

      I didn't see this until now, sorry. His room is "spring green" with orange, brown, red, royal blue, yellow, etc. The bed is actually shaped like a VW bug and is toddler size. I was thinking bright colors and maybe a car/truck theme. Maybe I'll message you on Facebook.
      Thanks,
      Mindy

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