Baby Mobile Pattern [PDF Included]

One night as we were brushing our teeth, my husband took out a white board marker from our bathroom drawer and started to draw on the mirror. It was his idea for a baby mobile that he wanted to make for our baby girl. My first thought was, "that's ridiculous. We will never make something that is worth putting up and looking at." His drawing was creative and I liked the idea, I just figured it was a random idea that would never see the light of day. I secretly hoped he would forget about his drawing, but one week before the semester started, he mentioned needing to go to Hobby Lobby and get materials. So it began.

What I love about this imperfectly adorable mobile is that we did it together. He came up with the idea, I drew out the patterns, and we both sewed the pieces together. I am always surprised when I see my husband excelling in random talents such as sewing. His example teaches me that I shouldn't be afraid to try anything new!

We chose a fish because Baby A's nickname is Fishy, and a hot air balloon because of the theme, Oh the Places You'll Go! I really enjoyed the quiet hours we spent just the two of us, stitching these pieces together. If nothing else, this mobile will serve as a reminder for our love for each other and our daughter.

Materials Used:
Embroidery Thread:

Tan (#840) for basket
Golden Yellow (#3820) for balloon
Gray (#414) for water
Platinum (#E317) for moon
Moss Green (#368) for fish
Silver (#E168) for cloud
Black for faces on moon & fish
Red (#815) for balloon stripes
Light Pink (#3326) for fish accents

Felt:

Light Purple for fish fins
Dark purple for fish body
Teal for fish accents
2 different blues for water
Royal purple for balloon
Sky blue for balloon stripes
White for cloud and balloon connection
Tan for basket
Off-White or Ivory for moon

Other:

1/4-1/2 inch dowel rod
Spray paint
Twine or sturdy string
Hook for hanging from ceiling
Sewing needle (cross stitch needle works just fine for this)

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