There was just one quilt at our house while my sister and I were growing up. We think it was made by our Great Aunt. My mother kept it with the rollaway bed in case we had company, but also if we were sick we would be covered with that. That quilt became synonomous with "comfort" to me along with tea from Mom's best cups or other comfort measures offered. My Mom wasn't a sewer but I have always applauded her willingness to get supplies my Sister or I needed for sewing or art projects we dreamed up. Because it meant so much to me that she did that I tried to do the same for my children. I started quilting because I wanted quilts in my home and couldn't afford to buy antique ones. Since I've been in our current house I reproduced the quilt from my childhood...30's baskets on point with sashings and bright blue setting blocks. It's still a top right now. I want to copy the quilting in it as well. Now there's a UFO that needs finishing! I like to think my Aunt smiles down on us for reproducing her quilt. My sister made one too! I'll post pictures if I see how that can be done.