I'm a quilter today because my mother and favorite aunt had quilts on the bed to sleep under. I loved the colors, patterns the feel of the cool cotton on my skin. I have one of my beloved aunt's quilts, with scraps from her house dresses, my sister's, cousin's and my clothes. I treasure it because of the memories and the love associated with its use. In the early 80's (I think) there was an article about a woman who made beautiful hand -done quilts, which she stored away, never to be used. Made me scratch my head in wonder!