A knock on the door and an envelope requiring a signature ... not exactly a comfy event around here. Far too much unpleasant, unwelcome mail arriving here in the past year (and the uniformed divorce-paper-serving process server that scared the crap out of my daughter at 7:00 am was a true highlight) for me to not be really really wary. And from Argentina? Not only concerned, but really confused!

And then it hit me. And I smiled. Big. I signed away, rushed inside, and ripped open that package. Because I knew that in that package was my mini quilt from the In the Good Ol' Summertime Mini Quilt Swap.


And I love it. Sandra read me right. I can't wait to hang it and display it. It makes me smile so much to look at it.

Thank you so much!