At our neighborhood “Cul-de-sac of Fire” 4th of July party, a young man who lives across the street was trying to finance a trip to India by selling raffle tickets for a quilt made by his grandmother. Before I knew what she had done, Rose had spent all her savings (including long-term-savings that she’s not supposed to spend) on tickets, so we renegotiated–I bought some tickets (in MY name) and she got back two-thirds of what she had spent.
Then the grandmother offered to make a 2nd quilt, and when the raffle tickets were drawn, Rose won that 2nd quilt. The party was the night before we left for Washington and when we got home the quilt was ready and waiting for her.
LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY!
It’s all pieced, (not a cheater quilt) with OH I KNOW WHAT THEY’RE CALLED BUT CAN’T THINK OF IT a pretty pointy edging, and nice machine quilting. It’s a really nice quilt.
(Oh, prairie points–is that what they’re called?)
Rose says she won because of her toy dog named Lucky. I hope she won’t come to rely too much on Lucky’s powers.