Originally Posted by quiltmom04
Quilting is indeed therapy. Several years ago, when my younger brother died unexpectedly, I just couldn't stop quilting. I sewed and sewed and sewed. It helped get me through. I guess it helped me think, without being so painfully still. Anyway, I also get lost during a regular day of quilting and realize I have to make dinner at some point. Oh well!
This brought back memories of why I really got involved in quilting. I had played around with quilting but it wasn't until after my dad passed that I got into it seriously. I needed the comfort of the fabric, the busyness of the mind and the knowledge that I was making something that would last longer than I would. I did some of my most complex patterns then, really forced myself to think only about the quilt. I think I've got lazy since then & need to stretch myself farther. After 9/11 my daughter was in Az alone while her husband was overseas. Since we couldn't get to her, she would wrap my grandsons in quilts I made them, ever so tightly, & tell them it was a Gramma hug. Quilting is enjoyable but the enjoyment last long after the quilt is finished. I guess that is mostly why I quilt.