My mom made a quilt for me when I got married. 14 years tore it apart. I wish I had a picture of it when it was new. I don't. I couldn't stand the fact that it was crumpled in a garbage bag in the closet. So I went to my parent's and retrieved all of the fabric left over and rebooted the life in it. What was left of the original is sewn into it just like batting. My mom is pleased with it and so am I.
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