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...
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Finish five and six Mythical creatures
Keeping track of every little finish. These are both things that I started in the past and finalized this week.
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