
Quilting around the 1930’s was a complete necessity and most people, including my grandmother couldn’t afford to buy new fabric. I’m sure all of the pieces in this quilt were house dresses, shirts or aprons.


I can’t get over the tiny perfect stitches and the beautiful prints on the fabric.


I will always treasure this quilt. I keep it stored in the closet because it’s starting to wear and fray. Whenever I look at it, I picture my grandmother with needle and thread, stitching away.

The thimble, needles, scissors and thread pictured with the quilt were actually my grandmother’s notions. More treasured items.

Aren’t grandmothers amazing?