Opus, oh Opus. You used to wear a flashy red bow tie at your neck. My boyfriend made you for me many many years ago. Remember that? It was the year when we all made quilts for each other. Oh, Opus, you squat little penguin fromBloom County, how I love you. As the only quilt ever made for me by a man I consider you a rarity that should be bronzed and hung in a museum for all to appreciate. Unfortunately I am so very lazy that I couldn't even manage to recover you. It is time to say adieu.
* (sniff sniff) Opus, please, I beg of you, don't look at me like that.