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, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentines Day
Every night Mike sets up the coffee pot. This is true love. happy valentines day.
Illustration by Mike.
The first thing Mike ever gave me was a snickers bar and a coke. I was much thinner then.
Ditto on your coffee comment. There's no love like the love your spouse shows you with that first cup of coffee in the morning. I have a Sweetie like that too. textilediva.blogspot.com
Ditto on your coffee comment. There's no love like the love your spouse shows you with that first cup of coffee in the morning. I have a Sweetie like that too.
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