I was able to convince my Dad that the old ladder my Mom hung onto was something cool. So cool, it needed a new home. It needed to be cherished. It needed to be at my house. What? You mean that ladder sitting outside waiting to go to the scrap pile? Oh no! It is a great quilt display ladder!! Go rescue it! And so he did, but it got a little shorter. To make it fit in the back of his truck Dad had to cut some off. Still love it!
I learned my lesson about chippy old shabby stuff - don't touch it. I found an old metal chair at a flea market that I really had to have. It was an old bistro chair. Chippy white paint, cracked wooden seat. Well I just loved on it a little too much and painted the darn thing. And to my amazement all the charm of that shabby chair was totally gone. I gave it to my Mom who made a plant chair out of it. Not sure where it is now.
I learned my lesson about chippy old shabby stuff - don't touch it. I found an old metal chair at a flea market that I really had to have. It was an old bistro chair. Chippy white paint, cracked wooden seat. Well I just loved on it a little too much and painted the darn thing. And to my amazement all the charm of that shabby chair was totally gone. I gave it to my Mom who made a plant chair out of it. Not sure where it is now.
Lot's of fun anticipating what it would look like when I received it again. The quilt tops made it around twice before coming home again. I wish I had pictures of the other two quilts to show you. Very different ideas using the same concept. Lot's of fun!
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Have a great day!
Brenda