I'm chucking here--a long time ago a neighbor of my grandparents bought similar fabric for a skirt for her daughter. The daughter didn't like it so Joyce gave it to my grandfather (yes grandfather, a retired farmer) and he made a small quilt for my little sister. Now affectionately known as her "doggie" blanket, my sis has this memory of our grandfather. Thanks for bringing back to mind my GF's white head bent over his treadle sewing machine.