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March 01, 2009


Lovely connections here! I like this glimpse of your quilt, it must feel like a part of your grandmother in there put together by your hands. Do you have a photo of the whole thing? I've only done small quilt things like pillow covers and children's vests, long ago when I used to sew a lot and had scraps to use. (I still have scraps though I've given many away.) Oh, and I like your little prose-poem-ish micro-things though I don't imagine myself taking it up.

Well, I love your second micropost, the "Towers of baklava" one, that seemed to take me inside a wonderful Greek restaurant, or, in another way, inside your blog. It's strange and wonderful to taste, see, and hear your blog reduced to such essence. I imagine it's like finding a doll house modeled after a friend's home and then discovering that the dolls are alive.

Oh, Beth, I'm not sure I can learn something new. My daughter is always having to fix up my blog as it is. But the quilt is lovely, at least the bits you show. I, too, would like to see the whole thing in its context on your Vermont wall.

What beautiful embroidery; I'm inspired though I haven't done anything beautiful with a needle and thread since my great grandmother died. There is something so much more attractive when there is beauty woven into the utilitarian.

In Turkish your 'micro-choses' would be 'micro-sheyler' (I have altered spelling aiming for correct pronunciation). Don't you love mixing languages?

Lovely quilt.
Sigh, now I feel obliged to pick up the Ragazza's 'work in progress' afghan and add a few more snowflakes, by the time I am satisfied with it it will have become a veritable blizzard!

Lovely quilt. Lovely story.

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