I have found that every quilt, no matter how perfect, no matter how imperfect has been my favorite. Each one of them has a part of me in it and I have a special memory of each and every quilt that I have made, whether I have given them away, donated them, or given them as gift -- or keeping them myself. My husband liked the stories of each quilt and we would sit and I would explain the blocks to him. God, how I miss him.
I keep making them, loving them with all my heart. I don't like doing the last stitch because I know it is over. I bond with each and every quilt. But, while I am sewing on one, I am planning for the next. That is the fun of quilting. When it isn't fun anymore, I am done. I don't anticipate that for a mighty long time.
Edie