Thursday, August 31, 2006
On the road...
“On the road again...” that’s where Jane, my boon companion and traveling buddy, were this past weekend. And quoting a country song, by Willie Nelson, is appropriate as we went to Nashville, Tenn., which surely is the country music capital of the world!
Unfortunately, I am not a big country music fan. Fortunately, country music is not why Jane and I were in Nashville.
Jane and I were at a quilt show that was held at Opryland Convention Center and we stayed at an Opryland hotel across the street. And we were totally surrounded by country music “stuff.”
Except in the Ryman Exhibit Hall at the convention center. There, we were immersed in all things quilt.
Jane and I are still recovering from the quilt show trek. We spent eight hours, two days in a row, tramping up and down rows of quilts and vendors on a concrete floor.
The walking between tightly packed rows is fine at first, especially if you visit the quilt area as soon as you get there. We’ve learned to do that so we can stroll and enjoy the variety and beauty of the quilts and envy the fantastic talents of the quilters.
We always visit the vendor area after the quilts. There’s a good reason for this — once we hit the vendors and start buying “stuff” it becomes harder and harder to stroll through the aisles as we’re carrying bigger and bigger bags and sacks of “stuff.”
I love “stuff,” especially quilting stuff. It’s hard to pass a gadget you don’t have that might make that next quilt easier (nothing really ever makes that next quilt easier!).
This year one of my favorite purchases was this plastic thing that is supposed to make sliding a quilt around easier while machine quilting. I’m a hand quilter, but I have several big quilts in various stages of construction in my “pile” and I’m sure when I get around to learning how to machine quilt, that it will make it much easier.
Jane and I, along with my oldest granddaughter who also is learning to quilt, didn’t leave Nashville until after 5 p.m. on Saturday. It was a looooooong drive home in the dark! And I have to confess that neither Jane nor I made it to church Sunday morning — she’s the children’s Sunday School teacher and I’m the adult teacher. We called in substitutes and slept most of the day — except while we sorted and gloated over all our purchases.
I love the vendors, but the quilts are the biggest reason I go. There is just not much better than rounding a corner after staring at the most beautiful quilt you’ve ever seen and find one even more stunning. I came home with 160 photos.
There won’t be another “big” quilt show that I can get to until April and the “really big” Paducah quilt show.
I guess my photos and various and sundry purchases will have to keep me going until then.
I can make it, I know I can...
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