It's a great idea to look under the bed once in a while and go through the bags of quilts stashed there. I found this quilt yesterday -- along with others that, at least, I remembered. This one is recognizable by the fabrics I know I had, especially the batiks on the side that is squares But I have no memory of making the strip-pieced squares or the quilt as a whole. I know I did. I love making reversible quilts. This is a small one, just for laps or maybe for somewhat sophisticated youngsters. I suppose I'll return it to where it was and try to remember that I have it in case a time arises when I meet someone who might like to have it. There are other bags of quilts under another bed and on the top shelves of three closets and there may be other surprises. It's a nice surprise and maybe others will be too. Oh, and one bag under the bed is UFOs -- unfinished objects/quilts -- I didn't open it. I've got enough quilting to do to keep me quite busy all summer so I'm not in the mood for finishing these tops that, for one reason or another, I didn't manage to layer and quilt. From talking to other quilters and reading magazines, I know that this is not a unique situation. No red face here.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!