Why do we quilt?

Why do we quilt?

Yesterday I quilted a baby quilt and as the quilting began to take shape I knew that feeling of – “Oh, yes, this is going to work. This is what I love.”

I was going to say … this is beautiful … but that word has judgement and I still don’t know if that is true. Does it matter? Is it intrinsically beautiful if I, as the creator, think it is beautiful? Another thought is that I wonder if it was the feeling of satisfaction that is beautiful?