This morning I was up early. I had a chance to read the newspaper, which is something that doesn't happen very often. oh. my. Goldie passed away.
I met Goldie years ago (early 90's) at the Presbyterian Church. Later, she joined the quilt guild. I always enjoyed visiting with her. I think the paper said she was 93?
We used to have a yearly Silent Auction, in which guild members could sell their art or stash or what-have-you. Goldie was more than a quilter. She was an artist. I was delighted to purchase two of her paintings. They've hung since the day I bought them.
That's right! You've guessed it! At 7am, my living room looked like this:
Work, Work, Work
6 days ago