I can hear the quilt tops that Margaret sent flapping on the line, in the gentle wind as I write this. And the small rectangles of fabric, which came to me pinned together in bundles, are drying on the canvas on my studio floor.
Oh, how I loved laying them out, looking at each one with hardly a pattern repeated. I knew they would make a wonderful grid.
My first thought was to use them in potholders, my second, to use them in a collage.
Right now, I just like looking at them as they are.