This morning as I was out in the garden planting ferns that someone generously gave me when they were thinning theirs out, my friend Sara stopped by. She had with her a beautiful vintage quilt that she had made herself in the early 1960s.
Her kids didn’t need it, and neither did her granddaughters, so it came to me. Now my friend is one of the most practical people I have ever met in my entire life, and she would shake her head and tell me that she was merely giving it to someone who would use it. To me it is much more than that.
It is no secret I love vintage textiles, especially things like quilts and other kinds of linens. I am not a quilter, but I do know how to repair and reuse vintage quilts that need a little love. This one is in almost perfect condition so all it will need is a bed.
Beyond that I am touched that she would give me something she made like this. Sara is a friend I made as an adult. I find her to be a very remarkable person. She means a very great deal to me.
Thank you for the quilt, Sara.