Sunday, September 7, 2014

In Memoriam

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Grandma (She of the Perfect Triangle Points) flew away in her sleep last night, at age 97.  This quilt was on her bed when I was young; hand-pieced calico hexagons made of 1930’s flour sacks, combined with a vividly eye-melting, yellow poly-blend sashing.  Which is just straight-up Grandma.  Seeing it there in her spotless room, alongside her fluttering white ruffled curtains and her hurricane lamp with hand-painted roses on the glass made me, a child, say to myself, “I want to make one of those.  I can do that.”  Her quilting stitches were microscopic.  I thought she would live forever.