This darn block is not working. I have a concept in my mind but I can’t get it to go together. I’d better go back to reading.
I finished Julie & Julia, and last night I read the last page in My Life in France. I have Silks by Dick Francis to read next. Or maybe I’d better work on my block for the 4th again. I am getting behind – it is the 7th of September.
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.