My best girls

As I've been working on my latest quilt, I've been thinking about quilting...why I love it, why it means so much to me, why it means so much to my children.  I remember when I was about 8 or 9 and my Mom brought a package (I love that word) into the room I shared with my sister.  My Mom told my sister to open the box.  Inside the box was a quilt that my Grandma had made for her.  I thought that quilt the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  It wasn't fancy, it was just plain squares of what must have been left over fabric from sewing projects...but I loved it!  I asked my Mom why my sister had received it, and my Mom said that it was because my sister was the first grandchild.  I quickly did the calculation, knowing that I was the 5th grandchild, figuring my odds were slightly even for ever receiving a quilt myself ( I didn't).  But that's okay, because it instilled in me a love for quilts that has never gone away.   

My children all love quilts too...it's funny to watch them pick out their favorites, as they lay around watching movies, or just visiting with friends.  Even the friends have their favorites.  It can become quite territorial; everyone knows not to touch Lizzy's quilt if they want to live. 

Here's my best girls a few years back...Lizzy, my Mom, Melissa and Ashlee