A few weeks before Christmas, the finishing touches were put on this quilt*.  Miss H suggested it would make a great plathouse, so with the help of a drying rack, it was.  We snapped away to get a few photos before posting it.  

It was hastily packaged and sent to my nephew.  Foolishly, I didn't scrawl any do not open warnings on the outside of the post bag.  When we arrived in Auckland, it was already carefully tucked on his bed.  Any earlier attempts by his mum to remove it and stealthily re-wrap was met with a very determined "It's Mine!"  I'm going to take that as a compliment.