He has the hair of someone three days into a retreat, he hauls a treadle machine through the forest like it weighs nothing, and his quilts hang between the trees where the light is good. Bigfoot, it turns out, is one of us ~ stitching after dark, guarding his stash, activating retreat mode whenever the trail gets crowded.
These designs are for the quilter who understands him completely. The one who has also said just one yard and left with six. Sightings are rare (mostly at guild, occasionally at the fabric store, always near the batting).
