Last week I had coffee with an instructor with whom I work. Gosh, I hope that was a properly constructed sentence, since she teaches English. Anyway, her mother had passed away and left behind some quilt blocks and fabric scraps. My friend is a non-stitch oriented person, so she passed the items along to me.
As I looked them over again on Sunday, I thought they really needed to be preserved in a manner in which her daughter could enjoy them. So I put the two finished log cabin blocks on the back, and the 4 little just-started blocks on the back. Now I know the African fabric, which is also on the front, is from fabric my friend brought back from Africa. So unknowingly I had put her and her mother together in this bolster pillow. She loves it. You know, sometimes something just has to be made. I love when that happens.
