A post on the Random Ramblings board has had me thinking about quilts. We have a bunch of them and are not quite sure what to do with them... All treasured possessions, some are well over a hundred years old at this point. We have quilts made by great grandmothers, grandmothers, and mothers. My mother in particular made about the finest quilts you could imagine. Museum quality stuff. Although I'd love to just wear them to threads before we pass on, they are all too small to fit our bed. We have no children and the niece and nephews would use them for rags and dog beds. I feel sometimes that we don't own our possessions, they own us.