War and Pieces was an art gallery. I went to see it at the American folk museum. I’m not usually a fan of museums. However, the subject matter was particularly interesting. Every single one of the pieces was a quilt. For those who are unfamiliar, a quilt is like a strange mix of blanket and rug. And seeing a museum filled with them was interesting to say the least.

I had known the general theme of the museum when I first went there. After all, it’s called the American Folk Museum. But I had no idea that it would be a quilt exhibit. Before that point, I had seen 3 quilts in my life, one of which was my own from when I was little. I got to see at least 8 quilts on that day. I took a really stupid looking picture with the two who joined me. In the souvenir shop, I got 3 books, one on being a husband, one on a wife, and one on a mother.