We are born to cloth. It is the second thing we touch after our mother.
I am a quilter. My first memory is a Noah’s Ark quilt. Mr. and Mrs. Noah, the Ark, and all the animals walking toward the boat on a curving path, were appliquéd on it. The back of the quilt was yellow with red flowers. I could re-draw that quilt today from memory.
I didn’t know I was a quilter until 1994. Before that I had a huge fabric collection.
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I found your comment on Dorothy's blog (my personal favorite!) and followed it to your blog. Prompted me to read back thru ALL of your posts! lol
Thanks for being you!
Waving from San Jose.
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