at the quilt show
quilt ladies gossiped and admired and explained techniques to interested family members. overhearing, i learned terminology and tricks. the hexagon pattern i have been interested in is grandmother’s garden. the book i’m making, though not quite a quilt, is hand-pieced.
standing in front of a distinctively-patterned modern quilt patched together with new and expensive-looking fabric, the quilt lady behind me turned to her companion,
‘oh, ANOTHER one of those.’ she said, ‘they’re popular this year. everyone must have bought the same book.’
