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Sunday and the Pink Fire Truck

I know everyone has  been most envious of me–still at the Quilt Festival–but alas, alack, I have actually been to work and to a couple of doctor’s appointments plus stood at my window watching the rain—-my truck is tearing my sidewalk up; water comes up over my shoes when I walk on the lawn–it’s like walking on a huge soaking wet sponge.

So here is my account of the last day at Festival. Sunrise



Today is the last day. Sherry poured herself a bowl of pills (er, Cheerios) this morning while I was still half asleep. I drank coffee—and somehow it does not energize me—but makes me want to sit around in my nightgown. I was late to my class that morning—by Susie Monday—on making inspiration cards. With a variety of simple techniques—fabric paper and collage, we each made several cards—which Susie then reduced. It was amazing how gorgeous they all looked after being reduced. Sherry made several spectacular cards using color as her theme—somehow I managed to glue my fingers together.


Here I am and I'm wearing pinkSince I had parked again in the outward lot, I had walked a bit to get back to the convention center. I took photos of the sunrise and the reflections on the buildings and then followed two officers who were placing fliers about the arrival of the Pink fireTruck. So after class—and before our final shopping, we investigated the Pink Fire Trucks.


Yes, I really did wear pink and smile I put on pink bunker gear including helmet and tried to convince their official dog to come out for a photo.

 Sherry is not a reluctant pink wearer




Red and blue Triangle Vintage QuiltI don’t remember when I took photos of the quilts—but there were several that I remember. Inge and Steen’s work is always spectacular—it is so reserved and serene—they are the nicest people and their work reflects it. A group quilt by a Japanese sewing group featuring their sewing rooms was fabulous in its details—sewing machines and cats in the cupboards, and rolls of fabric, and projects underway. Barbara McKie’s Seals was a favorite with the crowds and then there was the antique quilt of half-square triangles in red and blue that I fell in love with.


Reluctantly we each bought a needlethreader for ourselves—its’ hard to admit that you must have aids—and then some more yarn—and then it was time to go home.


Tomorrow it’s back to work. Sigh.



I’m a Movie Star

Flags flying in front of the George R Brown

Flags flying in front of the George R Brown

We got up early and arrived at the George R. Brown around 7, both of us fearful traffic would be heavy and detoured with the possibility of the President flying into Hobby airport. Sherry had a class first thing—painting an eye with Bonnie Caffery—a class she had wanted to take for years but had always been full. She was nervous but I made her go; I had a second cup of coffee while I watched people get in line for the opening of the show.



Look at that line

Look at that line

The line extended down the escalators and all the way down the hallway to the very end of the center with everyone chattering excitedly and waving at friends. There was a line outside too but I could not get outside for a view—but I remember in past years, the line was two blocks long.


Make It University was open and I signed up for and was fortunate enough to win a coveted spot. Alma patiently directed us in making a lovely wooden pendant with fabric, a ‘jewel’ and puff paint. Some of the pieces were quite lovely; mine was rather smeary with paint blobs, my fingers still not interested in doing my bidding.


The Queen with her new Boa from the resale shop

The Queen with her new Boa from the resale shop

Lunchtime was with my fellow fabricators and time for the great reveal of our collaborative book projects. The table was littered with prunes—the official treat. And for me, a box of Moon Pies, a Southern delicacy this Midwesterner had never had. This year, our theme was our house and each of us had a specific room to decorate. My room was the basement and I thought that everyone would have James Bond and his roadster practicing in their basements.



Fellow Fabricators

Fellow Fabricators

With much laughter we read each other’s books and were surprised to be interviewed by Bonnie Caffery and will appear sometime soon on  I’m sure I will have lots of offers to star in upcoming movies but I promise to be nice to everyone I knew before I became so famous! I do hope Bonnie got my best side.


In the afternoon, I spent some time at the Misti-fuse booth and listened to the two other workers endlessly explain the same process but with the same level of enthusiasm as the first time I heard it that day (and probably the fiftieth time for them). Then I spent an hour or so at the SAQA booth with MaryAnn Littlejohn, Laurie Brainerd, and Martha Sielman. We had a lively discussion regarding PAM (professional Artist Member) and the Portfolio. I must have looked really weary as they all told me to go home early.


It was a long day and I didn’t think I did all that much but it was good to take off my shoes and socks that evening. Sherri’s two daughters, boyfriend, and son brought us food from FryBirds (?)—I had a vegetarian burrito that was so huge I could only eat half; and Sherri had a plate of nachos that looked wonderful.

Houston Quilt Festival 08



The time went by too quickly.


I didn’t get to see everything I wanted to, in particular the SAQA masters art quilts.


Classes were fun; the teachers energetic, enthusiastic, and knowledgeable. I took four, two on Monday, one on Thursday and Saturday. I came home with one completed project, finished another one yesterday, and have just two left to complete.


The crowd was visibly smaller which made for easier looking and shopping and smaller classes. A lot of folks dressed up for Halloween—I went as a shopper complete with shopping bag, purse, and cross-trainer shoes—no pink cowboy hat this year.


I spent one evening guarding the DAR quilts and collecting tickets at the door. Some folks grumbled over the delay—over three hundred people in less than eight minutes through our door—and we had to figure out how to work the scanners. Other folks were there to have a good time. I still have to figure out how one of the edges was made on a DAR quilt and email new friends with the directions.


The Bernina Fashion show was great fun; the models very professional and the garments fabulous in their detailing.


Everywhere I turned, someone knew me and called out my name.


Kim Son and Doozi’s are new favorite places to eat.


The final reveal of the fabulous fabricators occurred on Saturday amidst much laughter—friends are such a joy.


My accommodations this year in the museum district couldn’t have been better.


I wore a pedometer each day and logged in over 5 miles. No wonder my feet were tired at the end of the day.


Too bad Festival is over until next year.


 A few photos are here:



Houston Bernina Fashion Show 08

Sunday was the debut of the Grand Finale of the Fashion show. The best part of the Fashion Show is being one of the dressers in the backstage area—and they actually paid me for this pleasure.


The show is professionally organized with professional models, stylists, makeup artists, and accessories. The models are all rail thin and skyscraper tall but all a lot of fun and they do actually eat—a lot!


The job as dresser involves handling the lovely garments with your own personal hands and you can see up close all the lovely details that you simply cannot see from the stage. Some of the garments appear rather ‘plain’ from stage but are actually incredibly complex and detailed.  Some of the things that were memorable for me was a two piece dark blue walking suit with little motifs up and down the jacket and along the cuffs of the legs. Each little motif had about a hundred or so tiny little beads hand-sewn on. Another garment by Ludmila from New York featured a painted city night skyline with hundreds of rows of prairie points folded from ½ inch silk ribbons. Gilbert Munoz created a garment from a dark olive green that featured padded hips and a flounce of silk ruffles down the back. One dress had dozens of free embroidered roses that all of us agreed would have made a gorgeous wedding dress had it been made in off white.


Petticoats were in this year and I think they actually had names—they were so huge! And one of them liked me as it was always curled around my feet.


I had the pleasure of dressing Arnold again—a really nice guy and definitely eye-candy for all the ladies in the audience. We had to do a couple of quick changes and one outfit includes no shirt!


Thursday is the show for Festival; Sunday was for the Market attendees.


I think we’re all sad that this is the last year.