So Mom and I went for the super crack this morning - a trip to
The Painted Pony in La Porte. I asked Mom if she wanted to come with me to the fabric store and she was kind of indifferent to the usual places, then I said, "Or I might trek out to La Porte," and she changed her mind. The rooms full of quilter's cottons call to us, my precious calls
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