Quilting for the Mob
In my dream there was a little girl who was a wild thing! No one could get her to sit still and behave. The mother was frantic. The grandmother was concerned and all the aunts and cousins tut tutted. I said, "let her sit with me and I'll teach her to quilt." The little girl smiled so big and snuggled up on my lap. The mother sighed a big sigh of relief. The grandmother looked at me and nodded in sage agreement. And I wondered why I thought sharp needles and scissors were the cure for wildness. Then I dreamed of finding stacks and stacks of fabric squares just 2 and a half inches by 2 and a half inches. They were beautiful colors and perfect for hand quilting. Then I dreamed I went to an apartment owned by a crime boss and I broke in to it so I could sew. The crime boss was away at work. I sewed and sewed in his apartment and as it got to be evening I packed up so I could make a clean get away. Alas! I was too slow. I...