Even on a cold day like today, I have to imagine that someday it will be Summer and I will no doubt be quilting. Even dreaming of Summer seems to warm me up a bit.
Can you tell a quilter lives here? If you are a quilter, can people tell as soon as they walk through your door? How about before they even come in? I must admit I proclaim my addiction right on my front porch where there is always a seasonal quilt tossed over a chair. If that wasn’t clue enough, guests are bombarded with quilting first thing in my front foyer. What’s your quilting house like?