Like the MOUNTAIN of mail that was awaiting me upon my return Monday night. I spent a ridiculous amount of time on Tuesday opening mail, paying bills, and shredding paper. The only thing that made opening all of it bearable was the squishy mail interspersed with all the bills and solicitations. June was my month for Let's Bee Together, and I asked the other Bee Members to make 2 HST blocks from a WOW and some scrappy strips that I sent. I have received blocks back from 5 members so far, and I love the way the quilt is coming along (with the 4 or 6 blocks I've made):
Monday itself was a long, but fun day, with the exception of the fright I suffered early on. We started the day in Easton, PA, where the kids and I had spent the night with my MIL on our way south from New Hampshire. Getting out of town was a challenge because I packed everything into the car, stopped for gas, cash and iced coffee, but before getting on the highway, something prompted me to double-check to make sure my quilt that I've been working on was in the car. I couldn't find it anywhere, so back to MIL's house we went to see if I had left it there. I thought I remembered taking it out of the car there the night before, mistakenly thinking I was going to put a few stitches in in the morning, but I was so punch-drunk tired when we arrived late the night before that I wasn't completely sure I wasn't imagining that. We searched the house but couldn't find it anywhere. I emptied the car again, wondering if I had overlooked it. Nope. Then, on a whim, I checked the garage. There it was, in the plastic bag that I had been carrying it around in, leaning up against the trashcans. Apparently, Granny, who just celebrated her 93rd birthday, was cleaning her room while I was in the shower, and decided it was trash. I am SO GLAD I had that premonition to check for the quilt and to look in the garage. Can you imagine my heartbreak if I would have lost it forever?
Needless to say, I didn't get any quilting done on that quilt on that day, but I did do a spot of quilting, and so did the kids. We stopped at the Kutztown Folk Festival on our way south. For years, I've been wanting to go, but the timing never worked out. It was mostly craft vendors, and let me tell you, if I had deeper pockets and went without the kids, I'd have bought LOADS of stuff! There are some really talented and creative people out there!
The kids weren't all that interested in the vendors, particularly when they realized that I wasn't going to buy them anything, so we sought out the interactive things. My favorite, of course, was the Visitor Quilt, just outside the Quilt Barn (that had 2000 beautiful quilts for sale!) where visitors could quilt a square and sign his/her name. My square:
Donald's square - he was hilarious - kept asking if there were supposed to be huge knots on the bottom part of the quilt:
And Jason's square - I'm not sure what happened here, he started off fine, but ended up making stitches ACROSS the line like a surgeon rather than along the line:
I think the quilters were glad when we finished because Jason and Donald talked a constant stream while quilting.
They also talked the ear off the guy giving guitar lessons:
And the gal helping them make Apple Cider:
And the guys showing them how to use an old-fashioned laundry wringer:
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| I had to laugh at the sign! |
(By the way, the Kutztown Folk Festival continues through July 8 if you live in or are passing through Pennsylvania. Adult admission is $14, but there are $3 off coupons all over the place - that's what I used - and kids under 13 are FREE!).
