DH and I first met one Saturday afternoon when he stopped into the Virginia Quilt Museum where I just happened to be docenting. He was new in town and thought the museum might be of interest when his Mother visited, as she quilted.
Recently he turned 50. And when his mother asked if he wanted anything special for his birthday he said yes... he'd like one of her quilts.
Daunce is a term I'd not heard before. If you look it up it means ill, but to her (and her Mother who used to say it) it means dizzy, crazy like... a version of Spring fever.
The colors are mostly pastel spring-like, but with shots of darker richer tones. And the blocks are all mixed up... curves, triangles and squares, all set in here and there. Hand pieced and hand quilted.
It's truly lovely. DH calls it her masterpiece. And we are honored to be the caretakers of it.