Surfside Quilters Guild meeting in San Clemente yesterday. I enjoy being with my quilting friends and seeing the quilts they have produced. This month we were asked to bring the first quilt we made; a bit of a stretch for me, but I do have a wedding ring quilt from about 1948 when I was helping my maternal grandmother and her quilt group at the Grange in Clackamas, Oregon. I was only ten, but they were teaching me how to hand quilt on a frame and allowing me to thread their needles. I wish it was so easy for me now-a-days. Anyway, the quilt is completely scrap with a pale yellow background and depression green backing. One fabric has completely deteriorated so I can no longer launder the quilt unless I mend all those pieces. But I have cuddled in it all my life as it is one of the first quilts I worked on. The very first quilt I made when I was about seven and sat on grandmother's front porch hand-sewing together about three inch squares to make a quilt for my dolly - it is long gone.
Missed the usual view of I-5 and the ocean beyond. My car on the right, the drop off about five feet beyond the fence. Slow drive home, but the rain wasn't as heavy. The soil is saturated now and more storms coming, but how can we complain after so many years of draught.
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