What is really important?

 

This is the closet in my sewing room. Unfinished quilt tops waiting for backing and quilting. This is not all of them. There are still some that are older than dirt in a plastic container.  Sadly made from fabric that is really dated.

So why do we quilt? I have paused to reflect on this question. My love of quilting has not diminished, but the reasons have. I used to make quilts for gifts. Weddings, for babies, housewarming, birthdays. But through the years it appears that most people don't really appreciate all the time, effort and money that goes into a hand made quilt. Some quilts may even be relegated to the dog bed.

It's why I've been making more of an effort to make pillowcases for Ryan's' Case for Smiles. Hoping to bring a smile to a child, a boost while they are experiencing illness.

Most recently, these things that take our time and money have left a deep impression of what is really important in life.  A quote from the late Barbara Bush struck me.

 (source - Woman's World)

At the end of your life, what will you regret? What will really be important?