Seems I've made nothing but patchwork quilts this summer. Probably because they, at my very core, are my favorite. They were when I was 18 years old and they still are over 20 years later. I just can't help it. Sometimes I wonder if it has to do with the patchwork design wallpaper my mother hung in my room when I was a little girl.
I love the randomness of them. I love the utilitarianism of them. I love the scrappy nature of them.