homemade home: the quilt I made
I finally got to test out my new handmade quilt for our beach-house in Maine. If you haven't read about it yet, I am trying to make as much as I can for our new bungalow. This quilt was the first item up, and I'm pretty darn proud of it. I bundled up in it, slept under it and read books on top of it, all while smelling fresh salty air and listening to ocean waves (that sounded suspiciously like running water from the bathtub and made me get up repeatedly to check if I left the tub running in the middle of the night – what is wrong with me?).
I am not just proud of having finished another project (not to say that isn't already a monumental challenge), but I am now part of the tradition of quilting, of making an heirloom to pass on. Because this is our heritage: women making things that we not only use but cherish generations later. And that seems even more important today when we are so quick to throw away and buy new, poorly made items from people we will never meet or know. If I'm really lucky this quilt just might keep my grandchildren warm and they will be proud to have something made by their "weird crafty grandma." That would make me proud.