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.
2 comments:
serioulsy love it! Jess has some beautiful quilts she has gotten at some estate sales... they almost snuck into my suitcase when i left lol... they are beautiful mel.. it truly is the little things huh!
a girl after my own heart. i love quilts too. the old ones, that some old grandma made lovingly and covered her little one's with at night. mine are pastel after having been washed 10 million times and are all tattered and torn. love love love them. it would be nice to have a quilt... rack mine are scattered and strewn about the house.
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