For nostalgic reasons I kept my childhood ironing board, a 40 pound steel monster. When it was time to replace the worn teflon pad, I discovered five older pads on top of each other, each with its own history of aging, fraying, rusty, water-spotted beauty. They reminded me of my mom teaching me my first childhood chore; ironing my dad’s hankies. After much practice I became very good at handling a hot iron and those cotton squares. My pride diminished once I became fully aware of the chores my mom had in store for her daughters but that’s another potential quilt…
(Old teflon ironing board covers and vintage coffee-stained hankies. Machine pieced and quilted with perle cotton thread.)
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