Maybe it WAS a senior moment. Maybe it was just that I was too preoccupied with the rest of my life. But that day, on that new baby quilt, I was sure that some part of my brain was missing, maybe that tiny speck at the bottom that blinked, "Quilt." Or was that, "Tilt?"
Joan
p.s. Popser kept track.
Story #271: "The Absent-minded Quilter." (And paper-pieced baby quilt)
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