(re-post)
I like to think – and certainly feel – that those items of fibre art that I find at thrift stores and church sales not only give me pleasure but somehow honour the person who made them as well.
This exquisite coverlet has been folded on a shelf in the kitchen for a few months, used on the deck as a shawl, catching my eye with its brilliance. It needed more exposure to reveal all its beauty for notice and admiration so it got hung in a doorway at the end of a hall.
It has been darned here and there so someone cherished it before it was donated.
I wonder who did it. And how long ago. And why; was it odds and ends or carefully chosen and planned. Was it a gift. Or an extra welcome on a guest room bed. The colours are so vibrant and placed in such a satisfying arrangement.
The plain squares are wonderful. The ones with an added touch – wow!
I feel very good when I find such treasures.