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...
The monkey is done. It was my thread for today. We are going to dinner for a belated anniversary dinner. Maybe sewing some blocks for DJ later. I am feeling tempted to begin another swap, but maybe making a few blocks will save me!
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