My son and DIL decided to have a garage sale this weekend, and I was helping my son carry some tables into their garage when I spotted a rolled up quilt sitting in a box. I asked about it, and mentioned it was a scrappy bowtie, and from the looks of it, it was hand quilted. Then the light bulb went on and I realized it was a quilt given to them by my DH's aunt for their wedding five years ago. This would make her my son's great aunt who passed away a couple of years ago. She was in her 80's when she made this, and the poor dear was almost bent in half from osteoporosis. This is not an old quilt. This is not an exquisitely finished or fancy quilt. But this is a quilt made with love from a wonderful woman. And it is a handmade quilt. To say I was speechless to see that my DIL was getting rid of it because she "didn't like the colors" (for crying out loud, it's a scrappy quilt!!!!!) is just a gross understatement. I was very upset. And, she had a $10.00 price tag on it. :shock: I immediately handed my granddaughter back to my son and snatched up that treasure and said, "Well, I'm going now and taking this with me". It's funny, isn't it, how one person's trash is a true treasure to someone else? So, my new family treasure has been washed and is now laying out to dry. I have studied it from one end to the other, totally amazed that this frail little lady hand quilted this large quilt. To me, it's very touching and I feel so very lucky that I saw it before it left our family.
I'm finished with my crazed ranting. I knew you all would understand.