You know, my nieces and nephews have quite the sense of humour. I received this email yesterday from my niece, Nicole:
Once upon a time, a beautiful favourite niece princess spent her spring break with
her uncle and aunt (the Quilting Queen) in their ice castle in Toronto. The
Quilting Queen figured that the princess should learn how to quilt, and so they
started a quilt project.
Years and years went by (8, actually), and although the princess diligently added
a few lines every now and then, things kept getting in the way (an honours thesis,
teacher's college, a wedding, new house, and a baby).
Finally, one day, the princess finished sewing all fifty billion bleeping lines
into the quilt, so she emailed her aunt and said "Dearest Quilting Queen- I think
it's time for binding!"
Hmmmmm ..... I wonder what her reaction will be when I tell her that she needs
to cut all those fifty gazillion lines first before binding gets sewn on
(it will be a chenille quilt)? :o)
Have a great day!
