Gang, it’s Quilt Scout time.
“Mary, it’s always Quilt Scout time,” you say, looking ravishing in your Christmas sweater.
I beam at you and open up my arms and, in a loud, Southern-accented voice in the style of my quilter friend Margaret down in Baker, Florida, “Honey, git in these arms! Git! C’mon and just git in these arms, sugar! You ’bout as sweet as they come.”
Anywhoo, the second December Quilt Scout column focuses on pictorial quilts; specifically, how I am (v. slowly) making one of my own, and how much I love them and have always loved them. I can’t be the only person around here who feels this way, can I? Surely not, except that a person doesn’t see them a lot being made these days, does a person? This person doesn’t, but maybe I’m not looking hard enough.
Enough of the lead up. You can read the column right here and thank you, everyone, for seeming to give a lick* about the things I write.