Storytellers of Our Past

Storytellers of Our Past

Ragged, tattered, faded and torn but still holding memories of my growing years. This quilt was hand stitched, hand quilted and then turned and buttonhole stitched around each hexagon with lots of love by my grandmother. I surely did not appreciate the workmanship at the time I curled beneath it. Now that I can understand the many hours that went into it’s making I shall try to figure out how to preserve it as pieces from the past.



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