I can't find the picture I took several years ago of this house decorated with a mural. It was one of my favorites--the grandmother quilting, the quilt wrapping around the house, and the baby playing at her feet. Time has not been kind to it!
A whole new kind of threading is taking place here. Good shot- it would be fun to see the first one- but I know what it's like to have to go back through all those calendars to find one shot!
I love it. It really speaks to me of the loss of the old-timey (for lack of a better description) quilter. Women who used whatever was at hand to create something their family needed for warmth. And it just happened to be a creative outlet, a means of expression, too.
