A few thoughts on Quilts:
I think there may not be anything more cozy than a home-made quilt. The first one I ever made was for my son, in celebration of a special ceremony we had when he took his first steps out in the winter snow. It was made from infant clothes he had outgrown, and other sentimental fabric from his first months. Something about making that quilt... stitching together the stories and memories in each block, the weight of it across my legs when the nights were chilly and I was doing hand-work on it as he slept nestled beside me...made me feel content. When that one was done I made him another, and another, and another...
And something else beautiful happened, when other people began to find stories of their own in my quilts... the sunflowers reminding them of an uncle's farm when they were little, a certain purple patch reminding them of a sunset they saw on their honeymoon, and so many other stories. I think quiltmaking is "comfort art"