All good things…

Sunday night after “A Bountiful Harvest” quilt show… PHEW. Relief and sadness mixed. The hardest part of the show for me is turning out the lights and driving away from an empty building — a building that was filled with beauty and life just a few hours earlier. I cried all the way home, and not from relief.

The show becomes my “baby” during the planning process and becomes real with set-up and the doors opening to greet the public. And then, post partum sets in. I wanted to start a new quilt when I got home last night, just because I felt the need to still be in touch with quilting. I haven’t been able to touch my sewing machine for several weeks now and I have withdrawal symptoms. I am going to make up for that tomorrow morning, when I have to sort the absolute pile of quilts that have overcome both of my sofas and is taller than I am.

I will take time to pour over the details of each quilt as I sort and take time looking at them — something I didn’t have during the show. That’s the regrettable part of running the joint. I had to keep one step ahead of everything, so I don’t have time to tour the hallways and the main floor to take in all of the beauty of each quilt.

Every one who attended the show was absolutely amazed by the talent that was presented there. We had 331 quilts on display, with a needleart room and a wearable arts room. The quilts were an assortment of old and new, traditional and contemporary, plain and mind-blowing. We had a professional photographer take pictures of every quilt in the show and pictures will be posted on the website in about two weeks. I didn’t have time to take pictures either ; ) Oh well, it’s a trade-off.

I’m being summoned to play “Apples to Apples” with my family and become reacquainted with them.

Happy quilting!

Annie