We brought happy memories, lots of warm feelings, and the sniffles home with us from Thanksgiving. But, with a new cozy mystery (Thai Die by Monica Ferris) and a box of tissues I’ve survived. Tomorrow will the seventh day and I expect to be fine.
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.