And where there's a hole in the front, you can see the cotton that my great grandmother likely grew, picked, carded and used for batting.
I rescued this. It helped keep my furniture from getting scratched during one of my many moves during college. I decided it needed to live with me, not my dad.
I don't use it much and it certainly isn't the nicest quilt of Grandma Nell's that I have. But it's still warm and it has character.