A week ago my daughter gave me two fat quarters of Peeps fabrics to make a wall hanging with instructions about what she wanted. Tabs on top. "Just hanging with my peeps" on the upper border. And a week later here it is. That's what I love about quilting. Something appears where there were just flat pieces before.
Yesterday I pulled up in front of my house and a car behind me stopped beside me. I figured that someone needed directions, but the woman instead said, "I love your sign. Have a nice day." She was referring to my "No matter where you're from we're glad you're our neighbor" sign. Made my day. I wished I'd bought an extra just to have one to give her for her front yard. Maybe she'll figure it out.
On Friday I went to my friend Carrye's 80th birthday party. I saw lots of people from the art quilt group that I haven't seen in ages. And I realized that I miss them.
And here's the thing: turns out that Carrye's party-giving friend lives in the same little group of condo's where my church friend lives. What are the chances? It's a big city.
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