Quilt love

Years ago if you had told me that I would become an avid quilt maker, I would have scoffed at you. No, those crazy country quilts were not my style and not something I was interested in at all. I had quilts that my grandmother had made me and while they were from her and I loved them, the polyester scraps that she made them from weren't my favorites. No, making quilts was not for me.

(Arlo's quilt. Twin sized rocket/ space themed backed with a twin sheet)

And then I was introduced to blogging by a good friend. The sewing machine was put to use and while I enjoyed making stuffed animals and purses I wanted to make something more. Yep, I made my first quilt. And I loved it.

(Maisy's quilt. The blue patches are from a pair of overalls I wore all through highschool & college)

It wasn't just the freedom of design that drew me but the entire process. I love each step that it takes to create a quilt. The cutting of each piece to the weight of a pile of quilt squares in your hand. I love the way it makes me think of the women before me making quilts to keep their families warm and discovering a way to express their own creativity. Every step is satisfying and I look forward to especially the sewing down the binding. (Any excuse to rent movies and sit in front of the tv while still accomplishing something is my favorite.)

(Her quilt was backed with a thrifted sheet that I got for a quarter)

So after 3 years of making "Christmas" quilts for my kids, I'm still hooked. I hope someday they understand how much love goes into these. I hope that they know that I made it thinking of them. That it made me feel good to make my children something that would not only keep them warm and safe but that I created something that was simply for just for them.

And now after all this time I have to say...

Grandma, thank you for my quilts.
I now know how much love they hold.