Well Barbara asked the question what was the strangest place wel for me it was MacDonalds.
I have stitched this afghan for my little nephew and as I didn't know his name I had to wait till he was born. We heard on the day itself off course that he was born late in the evening and the next day I had to work and we would go visit them. So I went on the train to meet up with my husband which was a travel of 45 minutes and to short to stitch the whole name. I also lost my needle in the trainride and lucky me I had a sewingneedle in my bag. So I went further with that one. When I arrived on the station I wasn't finished, so my DH drove to MacDonalds and ordered something while I was stitching and finishing the name. So she got it totally finished an hour later. Is this strange or not.
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That is a pretty different place to stitch!! Nowhere unusual for me, that I can remember at the moment!
Wonderful story, Judith. Losing the needle reminds me of that old joke about the quilters sitting around the quilt frame up in heaven but no one is working, they were all just sitting there looking at the quilt in the frame. Asked why, "no needle--that's the hell of it"
I love this story! It is the story behind the quilt that adds to the interest of the quilt!
Judith, the afghan is so beautiful. Ann.
It is unusual! And that you were ready except for that - that would be unusual for me. I figure if they get the gift before the child walks, that's good. =)
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