Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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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...
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is this your gorgeous daughter? enjoy the smiling days.
congratulations on your beautiful new quiltcontemplation.com website. editor's note:
you should proofread the intention paragraph under "commission." you left out an "i." to quote, "...in which I describe what wish to do with my time on earth. Really?"
you're very creative and i hope great things come to you. you deserve them.
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