When I was home last Thanksgiving, my mom had a new quilt rack hanging in her sewing studio that my uncle made her. I got to see him the next day at our family get together and guess what? He said he would make me one as well. He asked what kind of wood and stain would I like. He laughed a little, and I am sure he was thinking I was crazy, when I said I would rather paint it. So he sent me the...

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