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...
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Book for a gift
With thanks to pastiche knits dot blogspot dot com for the tutorial.
I suppose I should be studying but then again this is a Very Small Finish;)
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