Siggies are finding their place on my wall. Going is slow. I am in no hurry. The next row will be purples, then blues and greens.
Monday, May 12, 2008
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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, I think it's going to be wonderful! I love the way you are setting the blocks. Can't wait to see them all together.
I agree, it is going to be wonderful, it already is. I also wanted to comment on the story on your header. I loved it, and I agree it sounds like art to me.
Martha, your siggy quilt is looking great. Looking forward to seeing it completed.
Mine is winging it's way to you as we speak ;-D.
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