The trunk show didn't start out very well in that the key we needed to our meeting place was somehow overlooked. Thanks to some great thinkers and their ability to problem solve, the night then moved in a forward progression.
Mom and Jim were awesome in getting my quilts unloaded, folded and then reloaded back into the Jeep. Without them it would have been an amazingly daunting task! All the quilts are now back in their "homes" and are resting peacefully after their little field trip.
One of the questions asked last night after the "official" showing of the quilts was, "Do you really have that many quilts downstairs?". Here's a pic of some of them peeking out of their sheet on top of the pool table.
|There are about 50 of my "babies" under there!|
It was clear during the show last night that I have found my passion in life. I love working with all the colors, the cotton fabrics, the thread; nearly everything about quilting I love.
I am so thankful I have a wonderful set of friends in my guild and family in my home to share my passion with, and who accept my quirky little ways about what it is I do without too much judgement.
Today I take a breath, organize my life back into some sort of semblance, and start anew. I have four quilts hanging out waiting to get under DW, a challenge quilt to build, a block to do for the day, and a lot of Stitchers Garden homework to tackle. Hello Friday!