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.
4 Comments:
I'm so glad to see you posting again, Christine.
Sounds like a nice start to each day. Thanks.
Wonderful companion, and great way to start the day. I'm so glad you have this space to enjoy.
What a beautiful picture of your Blackie!
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