My mom sent me a package this week with a wonderful and very colorful surprise in it: the quilt that had been on one of my grandmother's guest beds. It turns out the quilt was made by a friend of my Great-Aunt Faye, after whom I am named (middle name), and Mom thought the quilt and I would get along very well. Boy, do we ever. Thanks, Mom.
Just to clarify, that small fragment of blue and white striped fabric in the upper left-hand corner of this photo is our couch. Fits right in, doesn't it?
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I love packaged from back home! It's like getting a bit of a memory or your childhood in a cardboard box... :)
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