When we were kids, our dad went through a sewing phase. I got a couple of blouses and a dress out it, and I think all of us got a quilt. I still have mine (I'm very sentimental that way), because it wasn't quilted or tied it has fallen apart a few times. This time I added a second border so it will fit on our bed, and I'm tying it so maybe it will stay together for a few more years.
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