I love quilts.
I always have.
Even as I’m writing this I am snuggled under a quilt made by my mother-in-law.
If you were to come into my home right now you’d find it littered with handmade blankets….they are on my children’s beds, on my bed, thrown over chairs, left on couches, filling my closets…and they range from no sew fleece blankets to pieced and hand quilted heirlooms.
And I love every single one of them!
I think it may have something to do with being raised by a mother and grandmother who made blankets…for babies, for weddings, for graduations….basically any of life’s milestone’s called for a quilt.
I have vivid memories of playing under quilt frames set up in front rooms and of watching my mother and grandmother tacking the fabric and turning the quilts…so you can imagine my excitement when recently my husband finished making a pile of these:
And because the very first set he finished is for me I am more than excited!
This weekend I plan to put on my own quilt in my my own family room and hopefully help my girls make some of their own memories of playing beneath the quilt frames.