My Grandmother Perdue taught me to crochet first. Then she taught me to quilt. I remember waking on summer mornings to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and the voices of Grandmother and her friends as they sat together and quilted. She always had a quilt in progress. The quilt frame was a constant fixture right smack dab in the middle of her living room.
We've lost a lot in the busy-ness of this world but it doesn't have to be that way. We can choose to reach out, to make time, to get in touch. I'm making it a priority from now on. Care to join me?