This is my favorite bouquet of all time -- peonies with those yellow ball- thingies mixed in. When I left town, the peonies were electric pink. Now they're a romantic white. I hope I age as gracefully.
I had a blast at Quilt Market. I met up with my new Westminster family and was charmed by their vision for Free Spirit. Days were packed with new friends and big discussions. Evenings were busy with fancy dinners, even bigger discussions and a peppering of giggles.
Ms. Purl, Joelle Hoverson, has a book on the way - watch out! Amy's having bags made. Anna's in the rug business. Sandi's getting fabric going. Lots of energy. And, thank heaven for that, as I slept a total of 10 hours over three nights. Yikes.
Thoroughly Modern Millie had me in tears -- twice. And it's not a sad story. Darn that frantic jazzy dancing. My feet tapped all the way through dinner with Holly and company.
I'm glad to be home, on the other side of a long string of commitments, de-mucking from the photoshoot and gathering strength for a final push on my next fabric line. I am amazed and honored by the enthusiasm I received from sales reps, quilt shops and sewers this weekend. I guess there were a few months there where Freshcut was hard to get. The transition to Westminster threw a few kinks in the system and a majority of shops who ordered Freshcut months ago are just now receiving the line. So much newness and excitement.
In fact, in one wave of gittiness, wrapping quilts around ourselves and posing for snapshots, we knocked over a heavy wooden pillar which clocked me in the foot. How does a quarter-inch wound yield a 5" bruise? Ah, the mysteries of life.
