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Across the room, across the hall, the sun is crossing over all the blankets crossed across your bed, the colors, blue and pink and red and purple, too– the whole gamut. Quilts from almost every grandma!

First week.

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I guess it’s only been a week since we bought the house, but it seems like ripping paneling off of walls and cleaning grease off of kitchen shelves have been a part of my life for a long time. Taking … Continued