Aren’t these quilts neat? My mother made these quilts for my oldest daugthers. The one on the left, I call the postage stamp quilt, and the one on the right is the quilt my 2nd oldest daughter “conned” out of my mother. She claimed that she could not sleep very well, unless she slept under one of Nanny’s quilts. She just wore out the other quilt she had from Nanny to threadbareness. (Is that a word?)
Think about all the love, body and soul poured into a quilt. Now if that isn’t yoga, I don’t know what is!
Gaileee
