Sometimes my office gets cold

My mother sewed, I knit, neither of us quilt, so I am always impressed when I see an expression of self done in cloth and needle, but when I opened the box that showed up in my PO box and found this yesterday, the world fell away and I lost myself for a good hour looking at the detail and remembering the books. Seriously, I lost an hour. It was very much like going to a family reunion with memories being retold and remembered, and it brought back home to me how much this series has meant to more than just me. Each panel is book related, and the close up below is of The Undead Pool. That’s my dog on it. She refused to get off because Tim and I had been all over it and it was clearly very important to her to be included in whatever we were doing. You can tell she didn’t know why it was important by the slant to her ears, but by gosh, she was going to be a part of it.

Janice has told me she made two because two is almost as easy as one after piecing together what she wanted on each panel, (which is a feat of engineering and planning in itself) and the only reason I can accept something this extravagant is because she made it. Art is an extension of emotion, and when gifted, I can’t say no. It is far too precious. Thank you, again, Janice, for the beautiful quilt and your permission to post a picture of it so I could share my good feeling. It came at just the right time.