I love quilts. They used to be a chronicle of every day simple life. A time when folks didn’t ‘quit on a garment, just cause it had a little age.’ Instead, passing it from one person to another, maybe rebuilding with patches or letting out the hem when a growth spurt hit just before [...]
I love quilts. They used to be a chronicle of every day simple life. A time when folks didn’t ‘quit on a garment, just cause it had a little age.’ (Can you name that movie.) Instead, passing it from one person to another, maybe rebuilding with patches or letting out the hem when a growth [...]
