Way back in the West Virginia hills during the depression,
my Grandma made all my clothing from feed sacks. I remember walking to Town with her, me with a washed, freshly ironed feed sack on my arm, so that we could find a
match for it. Then she would pay for that sack and an uncle would deliver it.
My favorite one that I can remember was cream with little red feathers on it. Another I remember had lovely sunflowers on them.
These feed sacks wore like iron, the colors never seemed to fade, (why don't "they" make them again?) and they came in
such pretty colors!!