My sister and I just finished making two quilts. We've never made quilts before. I've tried one time, but I never finished it.
I really like the idea of quilting. I like the way that quilts feel. They are so cozy and warm and lovely. When you wrap yourself in a quilt, you can feel the love that went into making it. There is no way to feel the warmth of a quilt, without feeling that love. It is always there. There is something about making a quilt that infuses it with love. I don't know what it is. Maybe it is because making a quilt is personal. You sit there and spend hours working on the quilt. You usually work on it with other people and you talk and you laugh and you gossip and you make it yours, then you give it to someone and it is filled with power, filled with heart, with love.
Maybe this sounds cheesy, but I believe there is magic in quilts, a magic of healing, a magic of hope, of caring, of love.
I hope that the quilts my sister and I made find someone who needs this love, this warmth, this peace and I hope that they feel loved when they wrap themselves in blankets made halfway around the world.
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