My dear, sweet, kind husband made me a quilt rack for Christmas. He mounted it on the wall yesterday. Okay, so it was a tad bit late. He really, really wanted to have it done by Christmas, but so much was going on at that time (anybody relate to that?) that I talked him out of pushing himself to get it done.
For a long time I've wanted some kind of a rack on which to hang a quilt on this (what was a) bare wall at the bottom of the stairs from Papa Pea's second story office.
It isn't a large space so we were limited as to what would fit there. After designing a couple/few racks that were too large (and could possibly inflict head wounds or whole body splats from tripping), we came up with this.
View of space where rack is from the living room. Stairway to upstairs is to the left, doorway to my quilt room is straight ahead.
The view from my quilt room into the living room.
I am happy with it. Very, very happy! Thank you, Santa!
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