Quilla’s Quiltish Question — Every afternoon, after the sewing loft smelled like warm cotton and lemon soap, Quilla snipped scraps into neat squares for her alphabet quilt. Read the full story →
Every afternoon, after the sewing loft smelled like warm cotton and lemon soap, Quilla snipped scraps into neat squares for her alphabet quilt. She wanted to sew one curly Q label all by herself before the moon slid over the skylight. Snip, fold, stitch—her paws moved fast, but the Q kept looking like a sleepy potato.
Until one day, a dust sprite popped from the button jar with a sneeze like “kwi-CHOO!” and landed in her thread. “That is not a Q,” it squeaked. “It is a question with fur.” Because of that, Quilla chased it across the table, and because of THAT, her elbow bumped the basket. Stars, dots, stripes, and triangles spilled everywhere, flipping into a wild quilt river.
Quilla stopped laughing long enough to pin the mess down. The sprite tugged one crooked strip into a loop; Quilla added a tail with three proud stitches. Finally, the Q label sat bright and bouncy on the quilt, not perfect, but made by her own paws. Next time you spot those starry and dotty patches, see if the mischievous “kwi-CHOO” is still hiding in Quilla’s quilt.
