July 13, 2010
At nightfall I closed my eyes.
And when I awoke, there I was: in a beautiful place in the country.
Was it a dream?
How else does one explain this?
I don't know what dreaming about storks means ...
... but the rest of the message was clear.
Sew all day and into the night.
And enjoy the wonderful company: the conversation and laughter. Not to mention the food (oh, the food!).
Yesterday as I looked through my bag, some sewing and sketches confirmed that I must have lived the dream. No matter how distant it already seemed.
And blimey ... that stork in the leg warmers and scarf must have been real.
Quilting and craft retreat
92 Main Road
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