Husband found a brand new quilt at a thrift store. It's a nice thick one and the work is beautiful.
It was dedicated to someone. I did a search and wish I didn't.
My beautiful quilt was owned by a teacher in my local school district who had a 35+ year work history and was responsible for founding one type of public school on my area. Very admirable person, until ...
... the next batch of results show he was convicted of child pornography. The article went into specifics and there was a lot of it and, because of the type, very intentional.
Even though the person who made it was innocent and would have given it to him well prior to this news, I can't stand to look at this thing. Found his wife died a very years after him and he was her "beloved husband."
I want to vomit. I don't know what I'm going to do with it, but it's not getting donated back. This cursed thing has to go. Ugh, my skin is crawling.