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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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Martha - does your daughter play? or just spectate. I have a 13 (almost 14) year old daughter who lives eats and breathes the sport both playing and spectating - unusual to see Rugby cropping up on your side of the pond - love the round robin quilt in a previous post
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