Why do you quilt? That is something that I don't actually sit down and think about, after all these years. It is just what I *DO*. I am a quilter. I am a crafter. My mom used to crochet and knit, and I remember as a teen, helping her cut out her first couple of quilts, with good ol' cardboard templates. It was what Mom did. And then, it became what I did. I was the only girl in Home Ec class that actually already knew how to sew. I cross-stitched, I made dolls, and then I started to make quilts. Years have past, since my first quilt.
Fast forward to Christmas 2009. Sometimes, we get so caught up in our own lives, we forget to give. At Christmas time, I received an AMAZING gift from Laurie, from Indulge Your Shelf, this Christmas wreath made with vintage ornaments. That was what started me thinking, about giving. And started me thinking, about why I make quilts.
I make quilts to give comfort. To show love. To bring joy. Not for thanks. Not for *oh, that's beautiful* comments. I make quilts to give a part of me. To show love. To be remembered by.
So that brings me back to Laurie. Her kindness had touched me in ways that I can't even put into words. So when I saw this fabric line called *Nostalgia*, I knew I had to create something for her... She likes shabby chic (at least that is what I call it), so I made her this *Scruffily* quilt, using the *Nostalgia* fabric line.
This quilt is to show Laurie that I care. To make her smile. To make her feel special. That is why I quilt. You can read about Laurie's reaction, in her post: A Quilt of Friendship.
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