Jordy asked me this question the other night as I yet again took over our living room by laying out out the quilt blocks for my latest quilt. "How many are you going to make?" was his next question, to which I promptly replied, "maybe five million" :)
That got me thinking though, "why do I quilt?" It really is an expensive hobby and when you break it down, it kind of seems a little silly - buy fabric, cut it up into little pieces and stick it back together again. Really, it's kind of odd. So why do I have this urge to make so many quilts? I thought about it a bit and I realized that even though I'd never consciously thought or talked about this, I picture myself using them in the next fifty years, and curling up in them. I picture rocking my babies in them, and laying them out on the grass for picnics and tea parties. I realized that I treasured the thought of making an heirloom, something that will only increase with age and love.
One of my favorite blankets to have on my bed when I was younger was my mom's old white comforter. I don't think there was anything particularly special about it, except that it was soft and I liked that it had been my moms. It always felt the best when compared to my flowery one from wal-mart that I had. I hope that years down the road my kids, or guests staying at our house will feel the same way when going to sleep under one of these handmade quilts that are perfectly imperfect.