My sister saw the raggy quilt our sewing class made for a friend with cancer and it was just what pushed her over the edge from
It's the allure of a quilt.
What is it about a quilt that nearly everyone loves? Do you think it is the fact that we all crave something handmade? Or does it tap into something left over from childhood? A fever which gave the chills and a loving mother wrapped up her sick child? A picnic memory sitting on grandma's quilt? A cozy fort made with chairs and an old blanket shared by siblings on a particularly memorable rainy day?
What is it that you love about a quilt?