I went into our local Thrift Store in search of a used paperback to read. I found “The Witching Hour”, by Anne Rice. The book was so tattered that the little round price sticker read “Free.” I also found two reference books, each marked $.49. Definitely affordable.
I wandered around the little store, looking for crafting items and found a shelf with remnants of fabric tossed into a plastic bin. Of course I had to look through it! Blankets and quilts were on a different shelf. I saw a glimpse of pink flowers and a scalloped edge, buried under all the other items.
Just as I suspected – a large handmade masterpiece. Sure, it needed repair work and the fabrics were worn. But at IHQ there are a lot of ladies who know how to “date” a quilt, and those that are experienced at resurrecting abused ones.
The price tag shocked me: $29.44. Thirty. Measly. Bucks.
The lady (or ladies) who made this gorgeous creation, put a LOT of woman-hours into it. Even a beginner (like myself) can see that.
No photo can do it justice. A professional may come very close, but – and I mean a HUGE but, they just can’t capture the wonderful feel of it against your skin.
I decided that it was a moral imperative for me to take it home and show my fellow quilters at our next meeting. Get expert advice on repairing old quilts.
It’s a little smaller than California King, but larger than a Queen. That means it will be hung on the “back wall”. No one will believe I created this – even if I were dumb enough to try to pass it off as my own. Our guild members were not born yesterday, ya know.