Finding Home
“That is, Phoebe drove us in, then followed behind as Kiera led me up and down the main street. Besides the quaint houses there were several gift shops full of Nova Scotia pewter, weaving and pottery, and an art gallery offering paintings of local houses, ships and shores. Kiera seemed to know everyone, and stopped to talk about the weather with all.
She introduced me simply as, “Lucienne, my friend from Quebec, visiting for awhile.”
We spent most of our time in The Silver Needle, a fabric shop ...in a huge old house on a side street. Bolts of fabric and quilts were displayed everywhere from the pine floor to the high wooden ceilings. Buttons and bindings and trims spilled out of drawers, quilt batts stuffed wooden rain barrels. Kiera and Phoebe wanted to choose fabric for their next project, a wedding quilt for the daughter of someone in their church group.
They felt and discussed a rainbow of shades and color combinations with the woman working there. “This is Sadie,” Kiera told me, “she’s in our quilting group.MoreLess
She introduced me simply as, “Lucienne, my friend from Quebec, visiting for awhile.”
We spent most of our time in The Silver Needle, a fabric shop ...in a huge old house on a side street. Bolts of fabric and quilts were displayed everywhere from the pine floor to the high wooden ceilings. Buttons and bindings and trims spilled out of drawers, quilt batts stuffed wooden rain barrels. Kiera and Phoebe wanted to choose fabric for their next project, a wedding quilt for the daughter of someone in their church group.
They felt and discussed a rainbow of shades and color combinations with the woman working there. “This is Sadie,” Kiera told me, “she’s in our quilting group.MoreLess
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