Margaret Goes Modern
It’s the show quilts that bore her the most during show-and-tell, all those elaborate medallions, all those persnickety Mariner’s Compasses and their perfect points. Pointless points, Margaret thinks, perfectly pointless points. And the dreary colors, as though the competition quilters don’t want beauty to detract from their technical accomplishments. Bring on the mustards, bring on the browns and muted greens! Let me depress you with my palette.
“You’re awfully fidgety tonight,” Ruth Starnes whispers from the next seat over. Up front, a show-and-teller is unscrolling her quilt with the help of two assistants. “Didn’t you like the program?”
“It was fine,” Margaret tells her, though now she can’t remember what the program was. Oh, the group that makes quilts for dog
