I Speak in Graffiti

This spring while India was in the hospital I was having a very bad day and couldn’t stop crying. I was overwhelmed, exhausted. It’s hard to sleep in those little fold-out bed so at night I just worried. I didn’t want India to see me crying so I kept popping out for coffee.   I remember hurrying down the hallways crying. Nobody smiled at me or asked if I was okay. I don’t blame them. They probably wanted to respect my privacy. Still I wished somebody had just smiled at me. It’s because of this day that I decided to start my felted graffiti campaigne. I’d been attempting to write stories on quilts so this seemed the logical step. They are designed to make people feel less alone.

4 thoughts on “I Speak in Graffiti”

  1. Chris MacLean said:

    You astound me again Lesley:) beautiful! xoxo Chris

  2. Leslie thse are so beautiful in so may ways….Alexis

  3. I love it. You are making it a bit better.

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