Like all the great romantics before me and all that shall follow we are on a quest. The quest is often beset with perils and calamities, but such obstacles make the the goal that much sweeter. The quest is always a pursuit of sublime perfection. The perfection is often reflected in a fair maiden or rare treasure, but my quest was to give life to the perfection that I had pictured in my mind's eye.
This perfection was swirling around my brain wanting to take the form of that which I loved most, the quilt. To construct my magna opus I knew that I had to first gather only the finest of fabrics to give it life. The following account is that of my quest for fabric. When only the best would do, I found it and this is the story of how.
