as a child, i slept under quilts that my paternal grandmother made-thick wool batts, feed sacking fabric--beautiful. they had me hooked from the time i was about 5. my maternal family gave me quilts: sunbonnet sue/overall sam. my stepgrandfather's mother was a quilter--and i have one she hand pieced and hand quilted, with the tiniest little hens scattered on royal blue background, with white as the other half of each little half-triangle square in this lovely quilt. she was pennsylvania dutch, and the skill still amazes me. my mom's mom repurposed a quilt, and requilted it with a new "skin". it's still mine.
so far, as an adult, i have been given a quilt from a dear friend--hand painted gnome squares, a tribute to my never ending quest to die a kid at heart.
i am a lucky girl. and a blessed woman.