The squares of my quilt tell a story. The purple tells about the way I can say so much with just a finger. When I look at purple I think of flowers and grapes and fruit roll-ups. All with no words said. The nature lover that I am, the flowers then the blue represent a sunny day. To me, the best kind of day. As a kind loving big brother, the pink is my talkative, wonderful sister. That is the story of my quilt.
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
My Quilt
This is my first quilt. I needed to learn how to tie knots. It is a lasting skill with me now. Taste of independence felt amazing. That's not an everyday feeling for me. It is a nice, soft blanket and I made it. That feels good.
The squares of my quilt tell a story. The purple tells about the way I can say so much with just a finger. When I look at purple I think of flowers and grapes and fruit roll-ups. All with no words said. The nature lover that I am, the flowers then the blue represent a sunny day. To me, the best kind of day. As a kind loving big brother, the pink is my talkative, wonderful sister. That is the story of my quilt.
The squares of my quilt tell a story. The purple tells about the way I can say so much with just a finger. When I look at purple I think of flowers and grapes and fruit roll-ups. All with no words said. The nature lover that I am, the flowers then the blue represent a sunny day. To me, the best kind of day. As a kind loving big brother, the pink is my talkative, wonderful sister. That is the story of my quilt.
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