Sophie took a picture of some journal quilts all hung on a wall in Houston. When I speak of Houston (as if everyone is supposed to know) I mean the big, huge Quilt Festival held in the convention center every year. Sophie had to search through 400 journal quilts to find mine (see yesterday’s post below). I thank her very much. She has some more Houston pictures on her blog.
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.