Hampton Inn, somewhere in Ohio

Met many kindred spirits on the book tour, some in person, some through my blog. Linda told me about her grandmothers “turkey blood” quilt that her father was using as a rag on his boat. Someone else told me about meeting one of the Gee’s Bend quilters who was selling her Gee’s bend potholders at a quilting exhibit. I think ideas float in some kind of space and different people in different places pick them up and connections are made without anyone being aware of them.

I miss the warm southern sunlight of Kentucky, so different from the sun in New York.

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