My interest in old-fashioned crafts comes from generations past. I spent my first days wrapped up in an afghan made by my great-aunt. My mom is the proud owner of a quilt made by my great-great grandmother.
After my mother passed away last year, I was tasked with emptying out her house in Los Angeles. I found a wheeled, wrought-iron bar cart bearing funny swizzle sticks, a wooden monkey and four old bottles of whiskey. What now?