We made friends somewhere along the way. The friendship grew as we laughed, cried, ate, and played in a class designed to teach us to sew. Our friendship grew, as we sewed jackets, shirts, pillows and quilts. when we made mistakes, we hated using "Mr. Seam-ripper." Thanks for the memories and the love that bonded us together as a class. Our hearts were torn out when you were taken away, but we know that you are walking the streets of gold, talking to the Master Quilt Maker. When the last stitch is made and our life is over, we will meet with you once again and talk about the good times we shared in the Sewing II Class of 2003.
