You know what I love about quilts? Besides the fact that they keep you cozy and warm (which is really kind of an odd thing to be thinking about in July)? I love that our quilts were made by some of my favorite people.
I shared cocoas with you, the good and the bad. Now I want to show you our quilts.
The other day, the boys and I were playing a game in the car. "Punch bug hippy!" I said as I popped Mal on the shoulder. "What color is that?" he wanted to know. Well, it was a crazy bright psychedelic, flowery
kind of thing. You know. Hippy.
My grandma's quilt is well over 40 years old, probably more like 50+, but I don't really know when she made it. When my dad came to visit a couple of years ago, I put it on his bed. My step-mom recognized it right away. I used to save it, but now I want to enjoy it. That was the first time in a *long* time I had gotten it out. What good is a quilt stashed in the cedar chest. I want people to see it and feel happy. I put it on guest beds all of the time now.
Gram's quilt is hand tied. She didn't do the intricate stitching, but I love it anyway.