Generations of Stitches

Blankets.  We have a lot of them.  Five people.  Four seasons.  Picnics.  Camping.  Star Gazing.  Forts.

As we move through each passing season, I take a day to clean out the linen closet.  Washing each of the pieces.  Rotating the heavy woolen covers of winter in exchange for light cotton quilts of warmer days.  

This year, as I removed them from the line and folded them into piles, I realized that almost all of our blankets are made by hand.  By each of the generations I hold in my memory.  

Great-grandmothers, grandmothers, and mothers.  

Each of a different medium.  

Some knit.  Some crochet.  Some sewn by hand.  

Four generations of stitches.  

All made with love.  


  1. How fortunate for you to have handwork from all those loved ones. For a long time I kept quilts from my grandmother folded tight, because when they were unfolded they still smelled of her home and I would remember so many precious times. The scent has long faded, but the memories strong.

  2. You can never have enough blankets! They are even more special when they are hand made and have meaning to them....

  3. Handmade blankets are so wonderful, with the memories wrapped up in them. Of course when there's a little guy wrapped up in one with cute toes peeking out, that's even better!