I can truly say I got my overdose of gazing, drooling, oogling, fingering, and envying some gorgeous quilts on our trip from WI to PA. We stopped at several
antique malls, as we are antique dealers by profession, and saw the most beautiful old quilts. My husband got glassy eyed but I lingered down each mall aisle studying the sewing and design of many many of the them. I'll never be able...