My mom is a quilter. There's quilts everywhere in my parents house, and we never use half of them, honestly. Me? I've always thought of myself as more of a comforter person--at least until I discovered the wonder of the german duvet. There's something about curling up with big, fluffy bedding that I really, really like, and I have usually resisted the quilt, thinking it wasn't as cozy.
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| The first quilt Mom made for me. |
Although it's known as the City of Eternal Spring, global climate change and the arrival of big box stores like Walmart and Costco have changed Cuernavaca's climate noticably over the last five years or so. It's just starting to get cold, and very few buildings (mostly just Walmarts, ironically enough) have heating or cooling. I love my house and my family here, but I also miss my mom's handiwork. This winter, I'm craving the dense, dead weight of a thickly batted quilt.
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