On this day I cleaned out my closet and stuffed a couple of garbage bags full of gently used clothes to donate somewhere. I also very carefully cleaned my grandmother’s quilt, which is very raggedy and an unfortunate shade of pink:
I love the old fabrics, which I am guessing are from the 1930s but I may be wrong. It is definitely handstitched. I think that I trimmed off the worst part the last time I cleaned it, because I remember it being much worse.
It does no one any good folded on a closet shelf and I think that it would honor her if I mended and replaced some squares, maybe make that entire pink back my own. Gawd, that pink. Yechhh.
I wish I knew its story but that has been lost with my grandmother’s passing.
slowly she turned 