Quilting Bragging Rights

the quilting festival is an event where grandma lingers. Her friends are there – Mag, Charlene and Mrs. Fingers. They try to pretend it is not a competition at all. But they drag their secrets outside in the middle of fall. Oh, my, I never saw that red and green one before! Gram says to Mrs. McDiggins, the Irish gal next door. McDiggins is grinning like a sailor who is in his cups. I thought I had shown it to you she fibs to McGupps. Their masterpieces on display, they watch everyone’s fingers. Dirty nails and palms had better not stay to paw, touch or linger. They want the oohs and aahs but they want their work pristine. Gram comes home every year bragging she is the “quilting queen”.