In my last post, you could see a wagon wheel quilt my grandmother made. She passed away when I was 8 (I'm almost 49) and her quilts are my most prized possessions. I always feel really close to her when I am quilting. This is the other quilt that I own that she made. No one is home with me to hold it up so the back of the couch has to do. My grandfather used to go to the cotton mills along the river in Phenix City, AL and get scraps for Grandma. My grandparents had very limited means and these scraps were cheap. If I remember correctly, they came cut in squares already.
This is one of my favorite fabrics. There is just the one square so it must have been the only one she had.
Simple fabrics, simple placement. Priceless to me!