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| DJ block for the week, K-4 |
*DISCLAIMER: Please note I was not yet dressing myself when this photo was taken and certainly cannot be held responsible for the anti-cool bootleg Raggedy Ann-ish design. Unlike the children of today, the 70s bowed to virtually no whims of a child, especially when it came to fashion sense. Thus, this is a tragedy of motherly proportion. See above photo for crystal clear proof, noting I lovingly cropped mom out.*
It's true, I'm guest blogging! Earlier this week, I did some digging to find out more about the known quilters in our family and it turns out there are several. The person I found most fitting to share my very first guest post with had to be my Great Grandmother. I have some new to me items from her stash and a rush of wonderful memories.
Given my Great Grandmother is the driving force behind my Baby Jane, I probably should have whipped up a few blocks for the occasion...not so much this week. It happens.
The fabric reminds me of hours of carefree play at her home, where I felt truly cherished. Each time I passed "the Windmill" (Bevo Mill), I knew it was going to be a good day with grandma. She taught me about yard goods, linens and glassware. My great grandfather spent his time passing on his passion for gardening & puzzles. I played with antique toys, learned to appreciate nature & fell madly in love with the tiny feather tree ornaments positioned in the front window each December.
piece.