Well, I was asked what the quilt really looked like - so here it is - both sides. It was made by one of the Cree ladies - one who does not read Martha Stewart, but who put love and care into every stitich. So when I think that I shall have a pink and gold Christmas and sip champagne from a fluted glass, I have this to bring me down and to bring me face to face with a little humilty. The cats, who are notorious for their lack of colour sense, just love it.
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Oh dear. It may be my Cree grandmother's mitochondrial DNA talking, but I think your quilt is beautiful.
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