This quilt was one of my first memory quilts and was a gift to my mother. My grandmother died and as a Crazy Quilter I had the idea that I could use her clothing to create something that would reflect her life. I remember opening the bag of my Grandmother’s clothes about a year after her death and was struck by the fact I could still smell her on her clothes. This of course was a scent I never thought to have again. As I prepared the clothes for quilting I realized once they were washed she would be forever gone. As hard as that was I knew joy of having a quilt was much greater than a bag stuffed with old clothes.

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