Covered
Recent “chilly” weather calls to mind those January afternoons when my mom would tote boxes of fabric scraps to the dining room table in preparation for her annual quilt project. She would pick through neatly folded bundles of material in search of pieces that would be just the right size and color. Soon after, the living room floor was an array of rectangles and squares that she arranged a...
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