Every once in a while, something happens that makes the hair stand up on your neck, give you goosebumps, and make you cry. It happened like this.
My grandkids made this wonderful card for me when I was in the hospital. The outside is lovely. I brought it home, put it on my counter and enjoyed it. I got a package in the mail from Vicki, hand dyer extraordinaire, and when I opened it, I gasped- I set the fabric next to the inside of the card from the kids. My grandson, Ethan, had drawn a quilt of his own design above a sewing machine. The quilt IS the fabric Vicki sent. Of course, now I have to make the quilt. Is that ever cool or what?