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 the harvest. [...]
My grass is BLUE.
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