The Magic Cloth.  A Larger Cloth, in a sense, without using measurement. In the classic sense. I took Magic outside yesterday for a snow wash. I spent a couple of hours shoveling  a path to the compost. I try to be outside, despite the cold, at least a couple of hours a day.  To move.  It feel like I moved to Alaska.  Or at least how I imagine that to be. Magic, have I ever measured it?  Too long ago […]

Categories: LARGE CLOTH, Magic Cloth • Tags: quilt stories