.Okay, I got some negative feedback on the gymnastics I described in the last post, so I decided to take this one to a place even the littlest old lady would feel comfortable entering: quilting.
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My mom habitually cuts up old clothes and makes rags out of them (I did this in Guinea, West Africa, by the way.). Well, a couple of weeks back, she decided to make a quilt from all the old fabric lying around the house. In a fury she put the entire thing together in two or three days.
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The light blue denim is all from my dad's old pants. All the rest is from scraps from who-knows-what. She also added a red trim around the entire thing. It's quite nice.
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Now, my mom is putting the finishing touches on the thing. She is cutting the sewn sides of the squares (shown above) to give the quilt a soft-looking frayed appearance. At the time this picture was taken, not much of that had been done.
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It's not a big quilt, maybe 4' by 5', but I asked for it nonetheless. Viola! I've got so many colors now, I can now hit the streets like Joseph hit the cities of Egypt. I sleep on the quilt or under it, depending on if my parents have the temperature at 72 or 75. Raisin likes it too. I've seen her dragging her behind over it a few times for the rough surface; this doesn't please me too much, but she licks me afterward, so we're all good.
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And for the toilet naysayers, may I add that there's more to this blog than potty aerobics. I had hoped to establish a range of topics within my little slice of Corpus. After a few more posts, you'll get a better idea of what I'm up to. Hopefully, I will too.
Much more my speed! Though it'll take a few more wholesome posts to get some images out of my head...I must say, though, that I appreciate you not holding back. You want us to see the quilts and the toilet, the shiny surface and the dark underbelly. I'm still reading...
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