Oh, I just love it. And notice there were no quilt police in those days. I love that our GM's didn't agonize over whether corners intersected properly or not. I had one from my GM when I was little, but somewhere along the way I think it got used for a mat on the ground for changing the oil in cars or something. I don't know where it went. My mother never appreciated those things. I guess she just took that handmade stuff for granted as that is all they had growing up. I still can remember its red and blue colors and scrappiness.