HOUSE QUILTING | Fiction by Julia Strayer

Locals whisper it’s graffiti, but it’s more like appliqué quilting, except I do it on our white farmhouse so everyone can see. A quilt is a gift of love, pieces of fabric that embody a person’s life, stitched together to carry memory. I spent winter months in the cold barn jigsawing plywood shapes, sanding, painting, […]