About 30 years ago my mom hand made a quilt for my oldest daughter. She was just 2 years old. She used it for 10 years. Lots of loving and washing. When she tried to pack it away my youngest daughter asked to use it and she used it for 15 years. It was her blankie. She loved it. Again lots of loving and washing. It became threadbare and very worn so she packed it away to try to selvage what was left of it. Six years later my dear grand daughter was looking through the closet for a "nice warn blanket" and out of all the wonderful blankets pulled out the threadbare quilt and claimed it as her own. I wanted to try to repair it but both daughters want it as is because grandma is gone now and her lovely stitches are still there even if the fabric is gone. That's when I decided to start quilting because I hope someone will love my quilts as much as my dear daughters love my moms. Here is what is left of that quilt.