In the initial flurry of quilt making it's very simple to find family, friends and Uncle Tom Cobley, who, although they may not specifically have asked for a quilt, you feel sure need and want one, which more than justifies your need to make quilts.
And then they all have one and yet you still want to carry on making quilts, knowing that you will always want to keep it as a fun, relaxing hobby.
How many can you stock-pile before you realise that if the pile gets any higher it is going to topple over.
So I decided to start giving some away to charity.
Last year I made this one...
...and last November packed it off to Project Linus purely because they have a branch on a neighbouring island and I wanted to think of it being used in my corner of the world.
I thought no more of it, other than wondering whether it was a tadge self-indulgent to think that someone would find a use for something I had made purely because I wanted to.
And then I came home from work today to a letter waiting for me from Project Linus, enclosing a photo copy of a thank you card they had received from the girl it has gone to in a children's home.
|Although I can't tell you her name I did feel sad and wonder if she was in a children's home because of this|
And all my doubts about whether making a quilt really helps melted away.
This one short note has made me realise that, in its own way, quilting really does matter.