A Friday Morning at a Quilt Show

One of the pleasures of being a quilter is going to a quilt show.

Being immersed in color and design and fabric makes a quilter’s heart go pitty-pat!


same design, different colors and border treatment

I have a method to viewing a quilt show. I start at one side of the quilt displays and go  down one side of the row  and then back up the same row trying to view only one side at a time.  That way I get to see everything and stay out of the way of most quilters trying to see everything.

Then after the quilts are ooooo’d and ahhhhhh’d over, I visit the venders starting at one end and working all the way around the vender area.

I come away with full eyes, sore feet, and ideas, intentions and thankfulness for the first person that realized two pieces of fabric stitched together was warmer than one all by itself–maybe that first quilter had read the Bible.

 Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up. Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone? Ecclesiastes  4:9-11

Margaret, Parker, Corbin and I attended the Pioneer Quilt Show Friday morning. We saw some beautiful quilts and came home with more ideas. Even though, we both brought cameras,  Margaret was the photographer. I’m sharing some of my favorites.

One of the high points of visiting this show was reconnecting with a friend from the past. A phone call is on my list of things to do this week.

I had a good time. I think the boys were a little bored, but that was kinda expected, and they handled the boredom well.

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Five Minute Friday — Remember

On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.

For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.

For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

Today’s prompt  —  Remember


My first memories, I’m five years old

the first memories that are really mine, not told me or something explained from a picture.

These memories have my feelings, my pictures in my head.

these memories are real.

I don’t dwell on memories.

When I went through a period of sickness;

I learned to forget yesterday

just live today

and leave tomorrow with God.

that was my way of coping.

But when I do remember

I’ve learned that :

what I remember is my memory

and that for another person experiencing the same situation the memory may be completely different.


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