Every little piece of fabric I put into a quilt, every little fussy-cut, every llittle binding stitch is a part of me. I have totally bonded with the quilt. But all I had was some material, thread, an idea of how it was goint to turn out and went for it. There were a few mishaps along the way, but for the most part I was very happy the way it turned out. Then I gave it away. Very much like our son.
The only sad thing is that I have made a lot of quilts, given a lot away, but I only have one son. But, in return, he gave me a wonderful daughter in law and three grandchildren. I still bond with the quilts. Always will, I guess. And then I get going onto something else, always knowing I can look into my journal and remember. Edie