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...
Monday, April 20, 2009
winds
This is the kind of day it is here today. Winds are cold and wet. The beach is an inhospitable place. Even the pigeons agree.
Same sort of day here. Your pictures are wonderful!!
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