Boy. That title makes this post sound SUPER exciting. Gosh. How old am I?! It's true though. I've always been in love with handmade quilts. They scream ... well not scream ... it's more of a calm, composed, wise old voice with an old southern draw. But they talk to me. They make me feel like all is right in the world. So long story short, yes I love them. Many years ago, I took one from Nanny that my Great, Great Grandmother Wavy Mills made close to 100 years ago. Then this past Christmas, my stepmom had one especially made for Joe & I. So I thought it only appropriate to finally get a quilt rack. I found this one at a flea market. Put a fresh coat of white paint on it. And it now holds my two fave quilts. Which I think is way better than hoarding them up in some cupboard.