My Mum's patchwork quilt

When I was little my parents had a lovely hexagon patchwork quilt on their bed that my Mum had made. It was lovely, but many years of use meant that it had become a bit battered, until it finally fell apart. I wanted to keep it, but it really wasn't worth it as it was in rags, and so a few years ago my Mum made me a gorgeous patchwork quilt of my own. Over the years I have been storing it safely until I had somewhere to put it out and display it, taking it out from time to time to admire it.

Now we finally have a proper guest bedroom, which also doubles as a peaceful room away from the rest of the house. We have a proper bed up there, and at last a place where I can spread out the quilt as it should be.

It makes me really happy to know that it is there, and I keep finding myself going upstairs to visit it. When I occasionally sleep up there to have a break from the children I love being snuggled underneath it.

I've always loved patchwork, and I would love to think that I could make something like this myself, but I'm not sure that I have the skill, patience or fabric stash. At BritMums a couple of years ago I was inspired to try patchwork again, and I did manage to make a little patchwork phone case.

This blog post inspired a fellow blogger to share some of lovely homemade things that she has been given, you can read it here - What Memories are Made Of.