So I say, well, let me see if there is any chance that I have some scraps left from the original making of the quilt. I am not feeling very hopeful after having moved once, switching my sewing room around multiple times, donating fabrics and scraps over the years to my guild, etc., but nevertheless I look. Miracle upon miracle, those few scraps that I retained include the scraps from that 32-year-old quilt, well not only that, but I have some scraps from almost every fabric in the quilt! But the key word is scraps, there is no yardage, no large pieces, just a few strips of several of the fabrics and little bits that were left over from some of the original piecing. Hubby says, if it won’t still look and feel like my quilt does now, don’t do anything, I can use it as is, but I know it will just continue to fray away so I take every tiny scrap and strip that I have available and try to make a binding that will cover and protect the edges of the well-worn quilt. Unfortunately, there is just not enough to go all the way around; but, there are two narrow strips left, so I join the long edges and make a strip that is now wide enough to fold into binding (it started out as 3 pieces, but who cares, this is for a lovey, not a museum piece). After all of this effort, I bound the special loved quilt and return it to my husband who smiles lovingly knowing this will give yet another new life to his beloved quilt. Will this quilt last another 32 years, probably not, but it is one of the softest pieces of cotton fabric that you will ever find, and it will continue to be included in our family memories through comforting, warmth, and pictures for as long as the cotton will stay together.