Rain today prevented any yard sales or painting projects to be completed, but I'm not complaining at all. We have needed rain for so long that this is indeed a welcomed sight. I started thinking about what I could write about since I wasn't able to finish a project. I walked past my quilts that are hanging on a ladder in the corner of my den and knew I'd share these with you today. First of all....I LOVE quilts! I'd take a quilt any day over a blanket. As a child I remember my mother and two of her sisters quilting. They didn't use hoops --they had a wooden frame set up in the living room. While they quilted I would play underneath the quilt and I'd see the needles go in and out as they made these pretty stitches. I have some of those quilts today and my children each have one that was made for them. These that you see above are some others that I chose to display. I'm sure there are stories in each of the scraps of fabric used. This ladder has a story also. My brother-in-law lives in Florida where there are many orange groves. I told him once that I'd love to have an OLD ladder to display my quilts. He told me that the ladders the fruit pickers use are discarded after many years and he would see if he could get me one. The next time he came home I had it. It is perfect!! I wish I had learned the art of quilting. The time spent together with family and friends while making something to be passed to future generations is a precious gift!
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