That's a really fine quilt...
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"That's a really fine quilt!" Mitzy exclaimed to Susan as they entered Diane's home for the education committee meeting. Susan eyed the quilt hanging on the living room wall, noting its extensive detail, with many designs embroidered into its seams in addition to those composed of fabric. "I wonder where Diane got it," Susan replied to Mitzy. "Probably a family heirloom," Mitzy answered. "Crazy quilts as fine as that are worth a fortune." During the meeting, Susan and Mitzy were continually distracted by the quilt. "Look in the lower left quadrant," Mitzy whispered to Susan. "Isn't that a spider web embroidered under the leaf?" Susan just rolled her eyes in reply. Finally the meeting drew to a close. Before Diane could extend an invitation to refreshments, Mitzy cried, "Diane, tell us about your quilt! It's just exquisite!" "Oh," Diane answered with a mixture of pleasure and surprise, "my great grandmother made it -- sometime after the turn of the century. There's a ribbon sewn into it from the 1904 World's Fair in St. Louis." "Gracious," Susan gasped. "This must be close to priceless -
- yet you hang it on your wall? Have you ever had it appraised?" Diane smiled patiently at Susan's critical interest. "No," she replied, "I've not had it appraised. What would be the point? It is priceless to me. I certainly do not ever plan to sell it. And yes, I do hang it on my wall -- but very carefully. It has a canvas sleeve sewn into its upper edge to distribute the weight evenly across the hanging rod. How sad it would be to own something so beautiful and never see it nor share its beauty with one's friends." -- Fannin
- yet you hang it on your wall? Have you ever had it appraised?" Diane smiled patiently at Susan's critical interest. "No," she replied, "I've not had it appraised. What would be the point? It is priceless to me. I certainly do not ever plan to sell it. And yes, I do hang it on my wall -- but very carefully. It has a canvas sleeve sewn into its upper edge to distribute the weight evenly across the hanging rod. How sad it would be to own something so beautiful and never see it nor share its beauty with one's friends." -- Fannin
