Tomorrow we are finally past the quarantine point of Brad's whooping cough. I for one will be glad, having to mask in my own house and constantly sterilize whatever he's been near is not my way of spending a holiday weekend, much less our anniversary on Tuesday.
One of the places that I could safely unmask was in the attic sewing room. I reviewed projects (too numerous to relay) and some of my fabric. And then I got to thinking about this vintage piece of gingham:
I did reach out to a few people in the group that I thought might have brought it to the meeting. Sue P. said the quilt wasn't hers but she had this amazing gingham quilt:
Lorraine also said it wasn't her quilt either. Who's ever quilt it was it was--it was memorable. I wish I had a photograph for inspiration (hint, hint).