When I was born, my grandma made me a quilt. It's hand stitched, 100%, no machines used. And it's perfect. Every single detail is perfect. I have had this quilt in my possession for as long as I can remember, and it has moved with me, a lot. My mom always says that I can't keep anything. I lose it, or sell it, or destroy it. I guess that's partially true. I am not easy on my stuff. I use it. I wear the shit out of it, I don't hang things up, or box them away. I USE them.
I have used this quilt. It has been on every single bed that I have had as an adult. It has been used on picnics and it has been taken on trips and car rides. I have hung it on the back of the couch and I have even found Ollie or Charlie snuggling it from time to time. I have let guests sleep with it during cold nights, and I have even used it as backdrops for photos before.
I love this quilt because my Grandma made it for me. On Thursday, my grandma had some chest pain and was rushed to the hospital. She was about to have a heart attack but they caught it in time. She had to stay overnight and I spent most of the day crying, worrying and contemplating packing up the van and driving the 9 hours to be with her. But, all was well. She is okay, and she is back home resting and being pampered by my Aunts. All the while, I kept this blanket close by. I feel so lucky, every single day, to have all four of my grandparents still with me. I am 26 years old and I know how rare it is. I call them weekly, if not more, and visit as often as I can. Now that we live in the south again, it's easier to get to them. My Dad's parents are a bit further, but we're hoping to visit this summer.
The other point to my post today is about using vs. preserving. I thought about putting this quilt away once, and the thought was so brief because I don't know what I would do without it. I use things. I guess I collect other peoples preserved things. That's the difference. I don't have kids to pass on my heirlooms to, so if they are going to be loved and enjoyed, then we're the ones who are going to love and enjoy them.
This quilt, by far, is one of my most prized possessions. It means the world to me. It's tattered and it's worn, and when I die, it will probably be burned with me because nobody else will want my ratty old quilt, but for now, it's beautiful, full of love and memories and it's perfect in every way. And you better believe it gets used.
Do you have a gift from your grandma (or other family member) that you cherish? Tell me about it!