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I remember the first time I saw a vintage cathedral window quilt draped over the back of my grandmother's old rocking chair. It wasn't like the other blankets in the house—the ones with simple squares or floral patterns. This thing had texture, weight, and a sort of three-dimensional magic that made it look more like a piece of architecture than something you'd nap under. There's just something about the way those little "windows" of fabric pop against a solid background that feels both incredibly old-fashioned and surprisingly modern at the same time. ...