Our grandma taught her nine-patch, strip-piecing, how to measure, how a fabric falls.   My sister heard her and came out a maker. She gamers fabrics, hoards a jumble-pile.   She's skilled enough to half ignore geometry, to spread out winter evenings   and ignore us. Obbligato with the treadle's whir, she leans into a […]

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