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...
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Commute
The route I take has some spectacular views. Today I am a passenger so my pictures are not so blurry.
Lucky you -- what an absolutely gorgeous view to see!!
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