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My grandmother's hands were never still when she was sitting in her rocker. It seemed she was always sewing strips of rags together to be made into rag rugs; piecing together bits of fabric that later became quilts, comforters or pillow tops; darning grandpa's socks, mending or sewing on buttons. This silhouette made me think of grandma, and the skill of those busy hands.