In spite of Portland’s leash law John saw a big dog walking down our sidewalk bare! No, I don’t mean the dog needed a bikini, although in my freaked out childhood I was positive certain parts of dogs should have been covered. The dog strolled down the sidewalk like he owned the place; leashless. A few minutes later the dog’s man followed wearing the leash, it was draped over his shoulders. “So,” John told me , “I suppose the guy WAS walking his dog on a leash.
Here’s an after though: A Mommy dog could wear an eight cup bra or four bras. This lead to the thought that I could designing lady’s dresses with eight breasts, six stuffed with cotton, which lead to the idea of Madonna singing her songs with eight points, which lead to what John calls my Madonna quilt. A picture is coming on Monday where large cones stick up a few inches and are flat on the other side of the quilt but between the large cones are deep dents that protrude through to the other side and stick out a couple of inches there.  nancymauerman.com