A few months ago I got a surprise package in the mail from my husband’s cousin Lisa. Lisa’s mom (my husband’s aunt Joyce) had died not long before, and now she was sorting through her mother’s things.
Aunt Joyce’s sewing things — needles and thread, seam gauges, bits and pieces — the remnants of her sewing life came to me.
Including this baby quilt, a …
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