Well, I had a great time in Indiana. The ladies of the quilt guild were wonderfully warm and welcoming. And I most definitely should have taken a photo of the buffet table loaded with potluck. One look at all the scrumptious food and you know you are in the heartland! I didn’t get any photos of the lecture but look at some of the beautiful work in progress that was done at the workshop.
In between the lecture and the workshop I stayed with a friend. Joan has a long arm machine and helped me do up a quilt that’s been sitting on my shelf for years (and years). Here’s Joan setting it up for me:
And here I am, Terrie Sandelin, Long Armer Extraordinaire:
Fortunately, Joan really is extraordinaire and rescued me when I managed to knock the laser out of line. She got it right back on track. And my husband is so pleased because this is his quilt. Now all I need to do is make pillowcases. Well, and binding. (Yuck). Aside: Jeff saw this picture of me at the long arm machine and said, “We don’t have enough space for one of those.” Clearly, he felt a pre-emptive strike was the better path of wisdom!
Joan is a bundle of energy so we also started up a couple of bags as well. I’ll have photos up as soon as I get mine finished. Joan does a lot of work in Africa and she had a beautiful collection of African fabrics that she let me draw from for my bag. Aren’t quilters just lovely?
It was a wonderful visit followed by the sweetest piece of luck on the way home. I was originally scheduled to arrive in Denver via a connecting flight in Las Vegas. When I got to the airport, the very (very) nice woman at check-in told me that a direct flight to Denver had been delayed and would I want to switch over to that flight instead – it was leaving in forty minutes. Let’s see. A connecting flight via Vegas that wouldn’t have me arrive in Denver until 11 (actually that was the original time, since another connecting flight was late it was going to be hours later) or a direct flight that would get me home at 7? Really, I could have kissed her.
And then, in Denver to meet Jeff who told me he had a bottle of wine cooling in the fridge at home. Ahhh! Good to visit. Good to be home.