Back in the olden days, when I first was connected to the internet, I signed up for every swap possible. I had mail going to and from the United States, from Great Britain, and all over Australia. I was swap mad.
I soon realised that swaps weren’t all they were made up to be. I was a beginner quilter, and after a few truly miserable swaps with people who really needed to learn better manners, I stopped swapping. Life was too short. I got my feelings well and truly crushed in some of those swaps.
Mostly I just got random blocks. But every now and again, I got something just divine.
This lone star was something truly special. I don’t even remember what I swapped with the swappee, but I know it was NOTHING as good as this. I still feel guilty that my block would have been nothing like this beauty.
I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so I made it into a cushion. It’s been very well used, and the pink I used as a border bled (thank you very much, eighties cotton). But I’m very pleased with it.
So thank you, anonymous block swapper!