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, March 27, 2012
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Things have been quiet
I realize I have not been posting much. Lots going on.
Love this photo of dad and doodle. She thinks she is a lap dog.
Love this photo of dad and doodle. She thinks she is a lap dog.