Time is fickle thing. We either have too much of it or are longing for more. It takes a bit of time to quilt and I never thought I would have it. During the summer of 2009 I found myself in an empty house for 4 full days. The girls were at camp, my hubby was with them and the other kids were at college. This was the first time I had had time like this in probably 20 years and yet - it had arrived. Time! I raced to the fabric store, looked, pondered, looked some more - could I really make a quilt? Then I came upon a picture in a book, and I knew it was the one. I had to do it. It took a most of the rest of the day and the next to round up the fabric I would need. After all I needed lots of different colors! Now time did not matter. I could come, go and go again without worrying about dinner, dance, homework, or housework.
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