This morning I woke up in my own bed, back home in Portland, Oregon, and I had to pinch myself. This whole quilt journey...was it real? Or was it just a dream?
|Was it just a dream?|
|Did it really happen?|
|Was I really there?|
For that matter, was it all a dream? Had I actually collected exquisite quilts over a 20-year period without anyone really knowing about them? And when I decided to share them, did everyone really love them as much as I did?
|never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it|