... about one of your quilts?

Or anything else that you've made, for that matter.

(It's time to recall past kindnesses, and think HAPPY thoughts!)

OH, how did you do that?

I gave a friend a quilt. She was speechless and started crying, gave me a big hug and whispered, "Thank you". It was what she didn't say that was the nicest thing.

I was told after giving a quilt as a Christmas gift that they would always have "sweet dreams" if snuggled under it.

It is the usaid, I gave my dad a quilt for his bithday in March he only uses it if I bug him but he shows it to everyone that comes over, He is disabled and gets lots of company. Everyone that sees it compliments me on how that was the greatest thing I could have done for him. It sits folded on the coffee table for the most part!

I made a baby quilt, and asked for some info....not so much "what color do you like" but more like, what kind of feeling do you want it to have, and some other things. When I sent it, it was a surprise (she hadn't seen a pic yet) and she was wowed when she opened the package, but then weeks later she went out of her way to tell me that "it was just what I wanted, I just didn't know it yet!" And I knew what she meant. I asked the right questions, and hit the nail on the head!

1. when a grown man i know nearly broke out in tears when i gave him a quilt i'd made.

2. my very good friend promised me that there would be no way in you-know-where she'd part with hers in a divorce settlement. (luckily that is not at all likely to be an issue. after 15 years they are still as goofy as newlyweds. :lol: )

3. my father uses the lap/napper i made him to decorate his bed. he has it spread all the way out so the whole thing shows.

i made quilts for our closest friends 2 boys and when either of them aren't feeling well these are the blankets they ask for.

I had one that I had put corner squares and in each one I quilted the outline of an acorn. (it was a fall quilt). I took it to my little group and showed them. Saunda hit me in the head with a magazine, and my sister called me a poophead. I smiled. What they were really saying is that my stitches looked really good and it came out very well, even better than they could do themselves.

I gave a quilt to my friend's son when he graduated from high school. I saw him visiting his mom at work one afternoon a couple of months later and he told me he couldn't study without it...it felt like a hug from home.