The quilt cupboard.

I have many things to write about but I am restraining myself. These things involve other people in my life and I can only be honest and forthright about my soul's feelings. I don't want to cause harm or judgement on them.
I do however wish to make my blog a bit more painted. I want to elaborate on my life, or at least myself so that I can broaden the picture of this whole story.

I am in love with blankets. I like to collect them and adore them. I know this may seem strange (and I don't really adore them in a literal sense). I find comfort, and don't collect much other than, quilts and blankets. If they are from someone or sometime that is meaningful, even better. I am also finding that quilting is hobby of choice, although I am amateur. It has a deeper story....it may come from when I was young and slept in a basement room alone. Even as young as six, fear overwhelmed me. My comforter was my protector. I was afraid that something bad would happen and made a plan that if it did, I would pray to God to make my comforter a shield. What childlike faith. And I remember my favorite Christmas present as a teen being a huge plaid comforter. I still have that blanket. And to this day, I sleep with my blanket up around my ear. Anyways, this is one of my favorite quilts- the one I made for my little girl's first bed.