Due to a recent and unexplained desire to possess an awesome old quilt or two, I've been on the search. Clint kept telling me not to buy one at the antique store because his mom had a few tucked away in a closet. It was true, and she graciously let us take this beauty home.
I love it - the colors, patterns, history and how it's worn in certain places. It's just right, and for now its new home is at the end of our bed.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Labels: lost and found