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.
You astound me again Lesley:) beautiful! xoxo Chris
Leslie thse are so beautiful in so may ways….Alexis
I love it. You are making it a bit better.
Thank you so much, Dave