July 29, 2007 – I took my quilt parts along with me for a week-long vacation beside the sea. Each day I sat at the edge of the surf and let the breakers wash over me as I watched the water move. The surf where I sat was aqua and green blue and warm. The water on my Indian quilt will be the cold waters of Lake Superior, and they must be deep blues and purples. Still, the waves move steadily in with feathered edges. Now, my job is to tell you about it with fabric.
