Click here to see hundreds more quilts via the Bloggers Quilt Festival being hosted by Amy at Park City Girl.
I was nineteen years old and visiting a cousin who was a student at the University of Washington. She lived with seven other young women in an enormous U-District house built in the 1800's. The house was spacious and charming and I--coming as I was from an upbringing in a less-than-1000-square foot 1960's rambler--was enchanted, but never so much awestruck as when, for a fleeting moment, I saw a flash of multicolored beauty among the blankets atop my cousin's bed. Hidden in the pile was a crazy quilt and when I glimpsed it I gasped and asked, "what is that?!" She was surprised by my excitement and casually replied that it was a quilt made by our great grandmother, and returned it to its place under the covers.
I never saw the quilt again, but I never forgot that moment of discovery. Making this one has fulfilled a goal that I had not realized I had. I feel very satisfied to have it done. Maybe there will be a great-granddaughter of mine who will be delighted at its discovery. I hope so. In the meantime, it is very practical and warm, and will get much use in this house, for many years to come.