In the 1990's a dream of mine came true when I bought a floor-standing quilting frame. I still remember the excitement of opening the box and putting the frame together. Most people probably think that hand-quilting is about as exciting as watching grass grow, but sitting at a frame with a quilt stretched across it was where I wanted to be.
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