Quilting Adventures in Texas Hill Country
What a week! I’ve just spent five days with about forty or so folks in a lovely resort playing with fabric and threads and fibers. My meals were all prepared, someone else made the bed each morning and provided fresh towels, and a quilt store (Creations) let me and everyone else keep a running tab for the week and do our best to raise the economic forecast for the country. There was even a happy hour with a smiling bartender who remembered what we all liked to drink, huge bowls of fresh fruit in the classrooms, bottomless carafes of excellent coffee, flowers, picnic tables (too cold for me except the last day), lovely graveled paths through the woods for walking, and rooms full of busy smiling fiber loving people.
I’ve been to a lot of workshops and like the others, getting ready and trying to guess what you’ll need for a week is tough. And you always think ‘if I’d known what I was going to be doing I would have brought…’ Of course then you would HAVE to go shopping for what you might already have at home but the stuff you get at conference is always much better. My supply list included things like photographs of texture and line and shape plus fiber type things that might suggest them. My truck was packed so full I had to put my clothes in the bed of the truck.
After the flurry of unloading all my supplies into the classroom amidst a few droplets of rain, we all gathered for our first meal and introductions. WARNING—do not plan to diet!
The rest of the week seemed to fly punctuated by meals. Who knew you could get so hungry sewing? Two evenings were devoted to presentations by the faculty and another one was presided over by a true Texan Liar——er—Story-teller who wore a pair of well-worn boots as he talked about his pet rattlesnake.
I’ve put up a short photo-essay of the week here.
The best part was the small size of the gathering. I met several wonderful people that I consider new friends. The faculty was top-notch and seemed to enjoy the week as well. The quilt store was not just packed full of stuff appropriate for the classes but looked like it had been transported in its entirety. I’m not sure how they managed to smile and look so relaxed all week as they were open from sun-up to sun-down.
It is good to be back home although I had a hard time packing all that stuff back into my truck. I suspect sewing stuff multiplies when you pack and unpack and rearrange it—even when you factor in all the economy boosting purchases.