Quilting is very personal, and quilting like any artistic endeavor, begs to be shared. Some quilts just catch the eye, some tell a story. Remember Grandma’s quilts if you were lucky enough to have a quilter in your family. She would say, “This is a piece of your mama’s dress or this is Papa’s shirt”. So much love and time is spent on a quilt. There's something comforting about being wrapped in a quilt. I read somewhere where someone called them “patchwork hugs”.
I have my mother’s doll quilt; my grandmother made it for her and the blanket is stained and worn and has wonky blocks, but I love it. It is not stored on a shelf or put away where it can not be enjoyed. It is out for all to see. My Grandmother and Mother have long passed but I still can hold them close in memories and enjoy a piece of the past.
That may be why I love reproduction fabrics so much, as soon as you make the quilt, it looks old.
My Daughter and Son-in-Law.