It got so dreary today, temps in the mid-thirties before sunrise and not much more after, then it started to rain. All my bones are suddenly on the warpath. There was nothing for it but tea, drugs, and mending.
The damasks I used in this quilt were old when I found and dyed them. It's interesting how this some of this cloth seems to evaporate with time and use. Sometimes, the look works - shabby chic - some call it.
Not in the case of this quilt. It has some personal provenance and I'd like it to stay around awhile, not be perceived as something tattered or disposable.
When I'm satisfied it's whole and strong enough, it will be a gift signed "Nana".