It isn't one I made. It's one my mom made. She hand pieced and quilted two quilts. A blue one for my nephew and a pink one for my oldest daughter. My nephews is long gone but DD used hers for a long time. She passed it on to her brother and then it went to my youngest. She slept under it till she was 16. It was getting tattered so she folded it and put it in her closet. Go forward eight years and DGD is now living with me. She wanted a blanket to cuddle with so I sent her to the closet to get one. Out of all the cuddly warm blankets in the closet she comes back with the tattered quilt. I decided then if something could evoke that much love I wanted to get involved. That's when I started quilting.