Thanks Betty I believe that's it. I guess it can be washed.

You know you're a quilter when you're sitting on the toilet at a restruant looking down at the floor tile and thinking "that would make a pretty block" and then do a rubbing with paper towels and a pencil. Been there.

Good one Debbie!!!! :lol:

Debbie, that's a winner. You definately are a quilter! ROFLMBO

Thank you Boo. I'm glad to make you laugh today but it's a true story.

Actually, I have seen a variation of this in the last Nancy's Notions catalogue... sounds like a version of felting to me...

My son knows he can never move back in. His room is now my sewing room - even got rid of the spare bed.

And you know you're a quilter when you are kissing your husband and you see quilts behind your closed eyes.

So much for romance! That's pathetic isn't it?

Debbie...I'm sure you are not alone. While I have never had her confess to me that she took a rubbing of the tile, I knew someone who carries around a little note pad in her purse for just such occasions when she is otherwise "indisposed" and sees what would be a neat pattern!!

Now Wendy... We would never do such things... Uh, would we Ladies?? I'm SURE it was AFTER you kissed him bye, but as you were shutting the door... Right?? :wink:

My Pastor says confession is good for the soul, but bad for the reputation... At times such as this my reputation ups in value to me... :lol:

I got rid of everything when he left 5 years ago but he brough it back new stuff.