Jam on a winter took away the blue devils. It was like tasting summer.
After all, a woman didn't leave much behind in the world to show she'd been there. Even the children she bore and raised got their father's name. But her quilts, now that was something she could pass on.
Nobody starts out a perfect quilter.
It was marrying that made women appreciate other women.
When it's raining pudding, hold up your bowl.
You know what a storyteller is, don't you? It's a person that has a good memory who hopes other people don't.