Hello dear readers. I know I’ve been gone way too long. Thank you for your patience.
I don’t know why, but when I neglect my blog, it is SO hard to get back at. It’s all about discipline–like exercising or eating healthy, and it is totally worth it once you get going, but dragging yourself to the starting line is a real battle of personalities.
Personality #1–Lazy lady who would rather read other people’s blogs instead of write one of her own.
Pensonality #2 Productive busy bee who knows documenting and sharing her process and journey is a good thing.
A couple of “Where the hell are you?” emails, helped get me back on track.
So what have I been doing? This is the hi-light blog post with more in-depth discussion to follow once I truly do unpack.
On Saturday afternoon October 17, we drove to the airport and I boarded a plane with my final destination being Columbus, Ohio.
I will share more about that later–I promise, but in the meantime, you should know that I burned through an entire spool of Aurifil 50wt thread in the process. It was a fabulous week. One of those deep moments where the energy of the group elevated us all.
Next up was Houston. This was my third trip to the International Quilt Festival and my first year teaching. There is really nothing else like it.
And the Quilts! I am always so overwhelmed by the visual stimulation. My solution is to take in only the quilts that inspire me. There is too information on the show floor, and if I start to look at quilts that disappointment me, it is depressing. So, I don’t. And when I come home, I have loads of gorgeous images of the BEST what was there–like Dot by Kathy York.
At the Portland airport, I met my cousin who lives in Vancouver and my son who flew in from Anchorage. We spent the night in Vancouver, rented a car, and then set out on a 1,025 mile trek from Portland, Oregon to Monterey Bay, California. We stopped in about a dozen college towns along the way.
I am not that fond of driving–in fact that is a big time understate understatement. I don’t like to drive, but I did it. I feel really fortunate to have gotten the chance to have such an adventure with our oldest son.
Finally, on Sunday November 8, Son Number One and I boarded a plane headed north, but not before a sweet visit to the San Jose Museum of Quilts and Textiles. It was the opening of three amazing quilt shows, and I got to a part of that excitement.