All I have left today are some preliminary notes and an Express Mail slip. I mailed my Journal Quilt to Houston yesterday. Next, I’m going to get started on my Cakewalk project and my panorama quilt. I think I’ll take today off.
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.
1 Comments:
Isn't it an odd feeling, after working on it so intensely? Almost like having one of your children leave home.
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