Lately, I have been reaping the benefit of getting to the age of downsizing. And the benefit has been adopting quilts from many directions.
Not that I really have room or reason to have them myself either, except for being able to write about them here and share them when I teach. That's good enough, I figure. But really, the main reason I say yes and bring them in is that I love them and want to give them a home.
I am reminded of my brother- and sister-in-law who kept the garage door open a crack and a bowl of cat food inside until they had a population of 3 dogs and 9 cats. The 9th cat in the series was named E. Nuff Already. Yup.
Anyway, a friend offered me this lovely silk Courthouse Steps. She'd had it hanging on her wall for many years, and now the silks are doing that late 19th century silk "thing" of shattering and crumbling. So before I show you the detail photos, take a moment to appreciate it from a distance, in all its glory.......
