A while back I was on the phone with my Father. He said he was sending me something, but he couldn’t find a box for it. “Dad, how can you not find a box?” “Well, I’m going to have to make one.” So, I waited to see what would arrive.
And it did arrive. No picture of the box, sadly, but it was long, thin and heavy. Out came five pieces of wood and a baggie of bolts. And a picture: Quilt Rack!
Husband hung it downstairs outside my
laundry sewing room.
I LOVE IT!
Daughter and I rounded up enough quilts to cover it with fabric goodness. This is all the finished quilts that I know of in the house that aren’t promised to new homes or on beds.
The whole room is a nicer place. Thank you, Daddy!
ps–Yes, that is a lot of firewood outside the window. I like the security of being warm all winter. A crackling fire and a cozy quilt. Perfect!