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...
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Made this in 1967?
Older than most of the people I know. First try at hand stitched button holes. Waaaay in the back of the closet.
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