Can you think of a quilt without thinking of love? Take a second to think of a quilt that means something to you. I can tell you mine, right off the bat: It’s an antique wedding ring quilt that I had on my bed as a child. I still have it, though it’s a bit worse for the wear of time.
When I first started sewing again, I started to think about making a quilt. I saw a post about a flannel rag quilt, and I thought to myself, “This! This seems possible.” So I started looking for purple flannel for my daughter.
Not to leave out my son, I asked if he would like a quilt too, and he requested Star Wars. He chose all the fabrics, and his selections proved more challenging, as I didn’t want a quilt full of headless Reys.
Kids understand love. Both of these quilts have some mistakes and places to repair already, but they know it means Mommy loves them.