I mentioned in the previous post the quilt I received on my fourth birthday from my Aunt Linda. Here it is...patched and worn, yet still in use! I can't count how many times I lay sick underneath of it, counting the patches, or marveling at the nine patch blocks. Quilts do something for the self esteem of children. No one else in the world had a quilt exactly like mine: it was made for me. I love to do the same for the children I know, as you can see by reading my blog.
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Hi Kelly, what a lovely quilt you have with good memories attached..*VBS* I was never lucky enough to have a quilt until I learned to make them myself. If any was given as a baby gift, there is no record. Neither my mom nor the Grandma who lived with us, sewed..ever.
It's so special to have this quilt still in use, and also the one you and your mom made...Hugs, Finn
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