Shop Till I Drop in Postcards 4

Oh, I have such a problem. Every time I go into work, I buy something to bring home. Not quilts…oh no. My tiny condo would be soon taken over by quilts, but I buy books. I buy small fabrics like placemats. And I’ve been known to bring home a good piece of pottery.

This small, wall hanging quilt caught my eye with its superior quilting. The front is dark. Well sewn but dark. The back shows off the handiwork of its maker in the best of fashions. I thought I would share this piece with you.

• Himself: Worked hard all day. Arranged to get off early tomorrow so we can find parking on the Embarcadero for the Christening of the San Salvador.
• Herself: Had fun in the pool this morning, then after lunch too four of my dead watches to the jewlers. They all work now. Labored on my pile of too many books, sorting, discarding, and finishing the new Sue Grafton “X.”
• Reading: Marked recipes I wanted to scan and Began a David Baldacci.
• Gratitudes: For being able to Read.