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...
Sunday, September 25, 2016
what have I been up to?
a little of this and a little of that.
It was a nice summer. I have been doing a lot of non public writing. trying to finish some knitting and stuff. you?
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