An oddly executed patchwork quilt. I imagine that its asymmetry speaks of its origins as a labor of love. Now worthless, picked up for pennies in a charity shop .. I love all the small woolen elements, repeated and, in the end, assembled. I get a palpable sense of the presence of the maker, she is like my Gran .. i think?
There is the car tax reminder on the cupboard ..
This picture is in a home Buckfastleigh.