Both my grandmothers were quilters. They pieced by hand. They stitched seams. My paternal grandma made a quilt in honor of my parents’ marriage, a cascade of flowers in the ochre and orange and olive of the late seventies, and another one, in purples and pinks to celebrate my...
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