Me Versus the Eastern Countries
It is said that one inch of rain might be comparable to a foot of snow. “Let it rain, let it rain.” It most assuredly is a very cool to a cold rain.
Old Alley Quilt shop called this early afternoon and Dennis and I made a road date out of it. The king sized scrappy quilt is now one step closer to fruition. It is now up to me to cut, fold and attach 420 inches of binding onto the raw edges of the quilt top, the batting and the backing. Quilts such as these make for labors of love. Maybe in this day and age, I am a bit crazy to put this much effort and energy into a product that any retailer might offer coming from some far away eastern country, at a price less than the long arm quilting alone cost. I don’t care a fig about that rational. I have creative juices and I mean to exercise them.
On this particular road date, and it being on Veterans Day, and the rain was falling, Dennis visited the entire way to the quilt shop about some of his experiences in Korea, where he began his stint during that war time at the age of 18. Priceless.