As for the sewing, I only had to jam a needle under my thumbnail once before I talked. I told myself everything; I would never survive an interrogation.
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Monday, May 28, 2012
I'd Be a Horrible Spy
I spent the weekend putting together a quilt top. It's a wall quilt — an art quilt even — inspired by the rice paddies of Vietnam. In order to convey the irregularities that you find in a field that's farmed by hand, I decided to hand sew the quilt. No straight-lines and machine stitching for this gal! I started on Friday afternoon and finished putting on the border last night (with a break yesterday morning to find and drool over the Beijing fabric market).
As for the sewing, I only had to jam a needle under my thumbnail once before I talked. I told myself everything; I would never survive an interrogation.
As for the sewing, I only had to jam a needle under my thumbnail once before I talked. I told myself everything; I would never survive an interrogation.
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