Last weekend I met a quilter. That in and of itself isn’t so very remarkable. I meet quilters every day, in fabric shops, quilt classes
and even online. What surprised me about this encounter is that I met her at
our annual home owner’s association meeting. We were seated side next to one
another, and filled the moments before the meeting started with small talk. I
mentioned that I’d come straight there from a quilt class, and she countered
with, “Oh? I’m a major quilter.” I learned she has won awards at the state fair
(though we’ve never yet vied in the same competition) and that she makes quilts
for someone who designs quilt patterns. I also learned that we’ve been
neighbors since 2005. I was thrilled to find this kindred spirit, but I’m
mentally kicking myself over the fact that it took me almost seven years. Maybe
I’m spending too much time at my computer.
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