When I got married, Gram presented me, the oldest granddaughter and first married, with a handmade baby quilt. Each grandchild eventually received one, as well as her son (who was only four years older than I. Since he lost his wife before they had kids, he gave me his). That was over 40 years ago, and my daughter's quilt was looking the worse for wear. Each hand-embroidered panel was disintegrating.
and the last image I can't identify, so if anyone knows the designer, please let me know in the comments.
It took me weeks to embroider the animals, as I haven't touched a needle in years. I was going to add the panels to the blanket by hand-stitching, but soon gave up on that. It still took me longer than usual, since my machine was inherited from a friend's mom. It looks like it's from the 1960's, but I got it cleaned and oiled. Of course, I hadn't sewed on a machine longer than I hadn't used a needle. But I persevered,and I think my Gram would be proud.