Friday, February 23, 2007
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My father told me that his grandmother, Minnie, used to make quilts. They were not art, he assured me, just made up of snippets of old clothes , so as not to waste fabric and used to keep warm. He remembers one, he says, all in grays and blacks and plaids. Not art, he says, not meant to be beautiful. Sounds like beauty to me. Maybe even art...
4 comments:
WOW!!!!!!!!!! This is really nice.
Really beautiful!
What a cheerful quilt; lights up my screen!
Vibrant! I admire the work and creativity you put into this although I only know of that second-hand via a friend who quilts.
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