One would never guess should you pass by lot # 23   that this lady enjoys quilting so much. If it wasn't for the constant change to the color on the fence out front that is, you might just pass this double wide by.

   One can only wonder if the bright and scattered flowers has anything to do with the difference in the patterns in the fabric designs. This lady surely enjoys her work and cuts out new creations on a weekly bases. If it wasn't for the varied designs you would never know she has a riot of color known only on her "wild side" of the family. You would really only think she was a staunch religious person who never sells anything on Sunday. Catch a glimpse of her on one of "those" days, and you would have the biggest hint about that wild side. And it's not just her clothes, as her hair tends to change color as often as her quilts on the fence.

  If you catch a glance of Lexie leaning over the back fence, deep in conversation, don't be surprised if she isn't talking about her newest quilt pattern. Her perchance for knowing what is going on in the trailer park is really the envy of all her friends. Mainly because although she knows {and you know she knows} she never really tells anyone anything. That will keep you guessing, and on your toes!

  If there was every a fiasco waiting to happen, it did one day this past spring. After working for many a blue moon on a special quilt Lexie planned to call her own, cutting out each piece just so, she decided to try a different method she heard about from Dana. It was something called a "glue" method. Not knowing anything about it but always willing to try something new, Lexie sailed into middle of her cut out fabric mounds, glue bottle in one hand and a "how to" print out in the other. All went well, until she hung it out on the fence to dry, and it was caught in an early spring rain storm. You couldn't tell what was the real flowers from the flowered quilt pieces as they had slid off the quilt backing and decorated the ground, the fence, and anything growing in the immediate area. It had taken her long hours under cover of darkness to remove the what had been a new technique in quick quilt finishing, and save her reputation for beautiful quilt making. Between the back ache, the offending flower scraps, and the loss of her "finished" quilt, Lexie would never had lived that fiasco down had anyone seen the mysterious light waving about along her fence line from dusk to dawn.

  A good thing she had a sense of humor on her wild side, as she had a ready explanation of an expected late night visitor, who had no sense of direction. He could easily get lost going from the bedroom to the bathroom. She hoped no-one was startled from sleep when he took a late night trip to the john and thinking she had an outhouse exited by the front door and stumbled around down her fence line looking for the offending abode. Not finding it, he finally took to watering her neighbors prize rose bushes. Judging from the amount of dead or dying, he must have been at it for some time. {Of course the dying bush had nothing to do with the over fertilizing her neighbor tended to lavish upon it.} But she would never tell if no-one asked.