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Was charmed by a quilt I saw at the Shelbourne Musuem in Vermont many years ago and wanted to reproduce it in vintage fabrics. I was an applique addict at the time, so "no prob" I thought. Long story short...the eyes gave out, the fingers next , and finally the brain burnt. I no longer crave needle-turn, and am content to piece 9-patches. In fact, I can't seem to stop wanting to make more now. But what will I put in between them. Stuck!
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