Thursday, July 21, 2011
Close to Nowhere
The drive from my house to Knoxville, Tenn., may be long, but most of it is stunning.
Granddaughter Remy and I took off Wednesday morning for Knoxville and the Knoxville quilt show.
It was the first time we’d been to a Knoxville quilt show and apparently it’ll be the last. The American Quilter’s Society is moving the show to somewhere in Michigan. I’m not driving to Michigan!
Remy and I had a great time. One of her few problems was strangers who insisted on talking to her. She doesn’t care much for strangers, even friendly, quilter strangers.
She’s not the least bit interested in quilting; however, she loves to pick out things for me to quilt and give to her.
The drive to and from Knoxville was almost as fascinating to me as the quilt show was.
One of Remy’s favorite lunch places around Nashville is Loretta Lynn’s Dude Ranch and Restaurant. The ground is rolling by the time you get there. (They had creamed corn on the buffet that was almost as good as my late mother-in-law’s!)
About the time you hit Nashville, the terrain becomes very different. Instead of our gently rolling hills, there are great big hills. Really really big hills! Beautiful, stunning hills.
The foothills of the Smoky Mountains look much more like mountains to me than “foothills.” I have a feeling that if/when I ever force myself to go all the way to the mountains (I’m terrified of heights) that I might float off in ecstasy.
I think I spent most of our mountainous driving singing a hymn “O Lord My God, When I In Awesome Wonder -- consider all the worlds Your hands have made...”
Fortunately for Rem, I sing inside my head, not outside in the car.
Every barn in every valley or every little white church perched on the side of a cliff made me want to make a quilt block.
Friend Sandi, who went with me to Paducah, suggested I make a quilt out of the old, picturesque churches I admire so much.
I-40 to Knoxville is a continuous string of quilt blocks!
The quilts at Knoxville were spectacular also. We spent two days cruising the aisles and admiring. The winning quilt was covered with little round purple circles -- suggesting a red-bud tree. Every teeny-tiny circle was perfectly round and beautifully hand appliqued. My circles are generally more grape shaped.
Remy swam every evening until she was completely exhausted. It was a wonderful trip.
Then, we got to drive home back through those glorious mountains!
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