I have a quilt my great-grandmother made for my mom during the depression that has paper battling and the quilt is made of pieces of my grandmother's and great-aunt's dresses. She cut it with scissors and hand stitched. When I was growing up my mom would tell me stories about my grandmother and great aunts as we reviewed the pieces of the quilt. It's the I spy quilt I grew up with.
To someone else, that quilt is an old quilt. To me, it's a treasured piece of art.
My mother used a featherweight. I just knew it as the singer I hit my toes on. Wish I had that bad boy now!
Last edited by berryberry; 04-18-2013 at 03:39 AM.