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A to Z of Thankful Me: Q

A to Z Challenge, Day 17: Q



Q is for Quilts that comfort and warm us

And envelope us in their soft Quietness.





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Thanks for comfort and warmth.

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  1. Quaint Quality; All Quilts are.... Quite the perfect letter; Quilt, Quilting, Quilt-fabrics, Quilting-Bees.... I love everything Quilt, but I guess you already know that....
    My next favorite word with a Q is Quiet. Love that just as much. Quilting in Quietness is my perfect part of the day.

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  2. I love the quilt. Did you make it?

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    1. Yes, it was a gift for my son and his bride when they were married almost 3 years ago. Time flies!

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  3. I have discovered that a quilt is a gift that comes with tremendous love. When I was pregnant with the oldest, I took a quilting class and made a baby quilt by hand. I can't imagine anything but love pushing a woman forward in the daunting task of making a bed-sized quilt.

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    1. You hand-sewed the baby quilt? That is impressive! I "cheat" and use a sewing machine. :-)

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    2. No such thing as cheating when using the sewingmachine. It's just as difficult, if not more difficult. You made a wonderful quilt and I hope your son and daughter-in-law love it still as much. I know I do!

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  4. Wow! You made that? I find quilting amazing. I just cant wrap my head around it! Its so impressive to me!

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    1. Yes, I did. I'm definitely still learning, though.

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  5. That is really a pretty quilt! I don't quilt but I do admire then from afar.

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    1. I'm not a frequent quilter, but I do enjoy trying every so (or "sew") often! :-)

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  6. yow! (to me) the combination of patience and concentration that must be necessary to create something like that! ayiiee!

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    1. I've learned to stop for the day once I get tired, because otherwise I spend more time seam-ripping than sewing!

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  7. My mom has some beautiful, intricate quilts and quilt tops that were never quilted that were done by my grandmother and my great aunt. My favorite is called, I think Grandmother's Flower Garden. Most of the fabric used was from feed sacks. Quilts are such a treasure!

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    1. How wonderful! I think quilts are even better when they are made by loved ones.

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