When Lyndon was younger, he was given a gorgeous quilt made by his great-grandmother (in-loves, correct me if I'm wrong).
By the way, my lovely in-loves, I don't know the story behind this quilt. I would love to hear it the next time we get to see you!
I'd always wanted to put it up but never got around to it. As a newlywed who finally got to decorate an apartment, I just kind of put things up without thinking. When we moved, however, I was determined to not make that mistake again. This time, that quilt was going up. With very little money to make this happen, we settled with a giant dowel and some screws.
Isn't it wonderful? Wait, scratch that. I only care about your opinion if you like it. I demand to be coddled when it comes to my decorating taste/choices/skills.
The quilt is very old, needs some mending, needs to be cleaned somehow, and should be better displayed. I feel like I'm not doing it justice the way it is. If you happen to have any tried-and-true advice on any of these matters, I would love to hear it.
Good thing it's still pretty despite its owners' lack of quilt knowledge.
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