Wrapping oneself in a favorite quilt brings so much comfort.
There’s just something so warm and cozy about a quilt. – especially one that holds so many memories. This is a quilt made by my mother in the 1960’s or so. She never finished quilting it, so this was my first quilting project when I purchased my long arm quilting machine. Momma made all our garments for my sister Susan and myself and even made a few for my brother Mike. No fabric was ever thrown away, so the left-over scraps usually went into a quilt. When I look at this quilt, I see fabrics from a favorite skirt of mine, a dress that Momma made herself, shorts belonging to Mike, and even a striped fabric from a bed sheet. These visual reminders bring me pleasant thoughts of my childhood and family.
