My mother uncovered this photo of my great-grandmother, the maker of this antique quilt. She actually found two photos, and allowed me to select one; I chose the one where she doesn’t have her teeth in, because there was something about the intimacy of seeing her in a moment when she thought no one was looking that really appealed to me. I love the light in this photo, and how focused she appears. She looks like the kind of lady who makes zillions of quarter-square triangles, doesn’t she? How awesome to have a face to put with the quilt, and a story to put beside the two. One of the things I love about sewing the most is how personal it is, how tactile and immediate and rewarding, but really how personal and direct a connection it makes between two people. Nothing like uncovering an old photo to bring that home.