Franklin Hooper

Confessions of a Fabric Hoarder

Part 1: Finding Frank I remember standing in my grandma’s house, a small Northern Territory home with a large fly screened veranda, watching her stitch together tiny patches of fabric. One by one over the space of weeks they made a quilt. We all have one, every child and every grandchild, each with colours corresponding to our personalities. It was a laborious process but you could tell how much she loved to do it.