When I was a little girl, there was the most beautiful quilt at our house. Grandma said it was made of all their best, best dresses. Although the colors were not bright or cheery, since many of those clothes were from the Great Depression, and Grandma probably lived too closet to the steel mill dirt to risk bright colors, the combination in the quilt was beautiful. I couldn't resist touching it.
A few years after Grandma died, my mother moved to a smaller, newer house. She was giving away some things, and I asked for that quilt. She told me it had simply disintegrated. I still think of it.
There is a lot of interest in quilting today. Even my grand-daughter does it. If you have clothes crowding your closet but too pretty to throw away, your local quilting group may have a notice and phone number at the library or in a neighborhood newspaper. Have you thought about asking if someone uses torn or worn but beloved finery for quilts? Or even pillows?
Your Something Old, worn, and beautiful can be made into something new, something beloved.
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