There's just something about a quilt (or maybe I just need a blankie)

I bought myself a new quilt today.  It's nothing special or fancy, but it was soft and comfy and perfect for traveling.  Plus it was celebratory! :D (I'm lying, I just wanted the thing.)  Quilts make me happy.  Other than books and shoes it is one of the things I almost always stare longingly at the most whenever I see them in an advertisement or in real life.  It doesn't matter that I already have more quilts than a person can normally use in a lifetime, I still love them.  My favorites are typically soft cotton summer weight quilts that have lots of stitching.  Most of mine have memories attached so I almost hate to use them, but the best part of a quilt's life is right toward the end when they've been washed a thousand times and the cotton fabric is super thin and just wraps around you like your favorite shirt or jeans.  Comforting!

I thank God for today.

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