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...
Thursday, September 20, 2007
friends and alex
aren't they stunning? Joy is my friend Hedy is my friend also alex is my son I ate breakfast at one diner, lunch in another and this is what alex looks like on ichat:)
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