Stepping on out yesterday. That’s what we did. I had to take a name tag that said Maggie back to the Cancer Society back room. I’d forgotten mine, and what would happen if Maggie needed it instead of Mage. While we were out, I picked up two handmade quilts at an estate sale. It was the first sale since I got the new hip.
One is a charming fan quilt, but the other is an unusual nine patch. The outter fabric is coming apart so I was able to peer in to the inside of it. There was another quilt iin there made entirely with depression era fabrics. I was charmed out of ten bucks. There was a second quilt….a mate. I didn’t get it. G ran them both through the dryer, and now, smelling nice, they are draped over my quilt rack.
I didn’t need more quilts. The last batch I bought, I enjoyed for a while then took to the store. I think these are too shredded to sell even at a thrift store. Oh, but when you peek inside…..
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