Maria S.

Memories of cloth

Of course it was my first blanket.  Pink with satin edging.  It was a great comfort.  As I grew up, fabric always brought me comfort.  The texture of it, the warmth.  I often had a small piece of fabric in my pocket, even when I was off to college. 

Memories of room

We were many children so there wasn't a lot of space for individuality.  But I did manage to create my own space by building it on our front porch using an umbrella and whatever fabric I could find.  I stayed in there all day long until it rained, which I loved.