From September to November of this year, I spent most of my spare time making this blanket for a friend’s first child, a little girl. Maurice Sendak’s “Where the Wild Things Are” was the chosen theme, a favorite childhood tale of the mother. This is one of the most complex blankets I’ve ever worked on, with several large pieces each of which was embroidered by hand into a patch before assembling the blanket.
I love to make things for children, as I know that material cost is nothing to the love lavished on a treasured item. Lots of textures here for her little hands to explore as she grows too. This is the first child’s blanket I have done since the loss of our grandson. It was time, and a wonderfully therapeautic endeavor as I concentrated on thoughts of sweet dreams and magical childhood moments throughout the construction.
I’ve thought about perhaps creating blankets for sale, as I thought they would do well somewhere like Etsy, but I’ve no idea what one would charge for something like this piece. Having looked around, an almost completely handmade blanket much less complex than this one seems to go for around $60… and they go all the way up to something about as complex that was priced at almost $250!
I’d be interested in hearing what you folks think a piece like this would be worth. I could attempt any theme and the possibilities are nearly limitless. I definitely think the size, complexity, time, materials and number of hand embroidered patches would dictate the price to a large extent. I also think I’d charge just a bit extra for fancy silky trim… because I Hate sewing slippery material! lol But that is so often the favorite part of any child’s blanket.
In discussing these possibilities with friends and family though, someone asked how I would feel if I saw a piece like this that I had made with so much time and effort… years after being loved and handled by a child. My thought… I would be over the Moon to see it loved til it was falling to bits! Something like this is meant to bring joy and comfort to a child who loves it, and nothing could make my efforts more worthwhile than seeing it dirty, torn, ragged and still treasured by the child. I love to make things for kids of all ages simply because they appreciate them in ways we, as mere adults, never can. What do you think?