Sisters and Quilt Shows
Today I had a great time doing a little sister bonding and perusing the Walnut Valley Quilter’s Guild bi-annual quilt show. It was entitled “There’s No Place Like Home…A Kansas Quilt Show.” It was about a 45 minute drive from where we both live, so it gave us plenty of time to talk and catch up on what’s been going on in each other’s lives.
I knew the drive was going to be just a little bit, so I took along some crocheting to keep me busy. Actually, the truth of the matter is, I wasn’t sure what kind of driver my sister was because I haven’t been a passenger in a car she’s driven in quite some time. So, I was trying to distract myself — just in case. I do all the driving around here, chaffeuring my two teenagers around everywhere. I don’t trust very many people to drive me anywhere, and it’s nerve-wracking for me to be in the passenger’s seat rather than behind the wheel. I hate having no control in any situation. I didn’t say I need to be in control of everything, I said I dislike not having even a tiny smidgen of control in a situation. (Did you hear that ex-husband? Do you understand the difference? Oh, hell, you don’t even read my blog!)
Anyway, she did okay, I guess. As I said, I tried not to pay too much attention. It was nice to talk about our interests, how our kids were doing, the similarities in raising teenagers, and family gossip. Normally, I don’t like gossip and try not to partake in it, but this was family gossip. You know, things I need to know. The weather was perfect. It wasn’t supposed to get bad till later in the day so we were fine because we left early enough in the day. We had a great time looking at all the beautiful, hard work these people put into their quilts.
How fun is that?! I loved all the colors and the artwork.
Normally, I’m not a fan of dark quilts in general, but I really liked this next one.
There was also another room full of quilts called The Patriotic Exhibit. It was fantastic and very sentimental. They were so beautiful it made me want to make one to display in my home. One in particular had the Pledge of Allegiance embroidered on it.
There was also an area entitled “The Man Cave” with a sign quilted saying exactly that. At first, I thought it was an exhibit. I was standing there staring at the sign and the work put into it and the two smaller quilts in the area portraying “man cave” scenes. There was an older gentleman sitting in a chair and he was not very friendly looking. We were laughing at the idea (and I was wondering why the man was not telling us anything about the mini-quilts). Then I realized it was an actual “man cave” for the men who did not want to walk around looking at quilts with their wives! Ooops! We quickly walked away, our heads down.
On the way back, we stopped at a Mexican restaurant to have a bite. We sat and talked about our kids, laughing and sharing our frustrations over the antics of teenagers. Finally, we drove home. We decided we should do this kind of thing more often. It was nice to get away for a few hours. And living in the mid-west, there is always something of this nature going on somewhere. We made plans to make plans for a once-a-month trip during the summer and fall, maybe just traveling to an out-of-town quilt shop for supplies and to drool over the fabric, buttons, patterns and ideas.
I’m so glad my mother taught us to sew when we were young. It not only created a good life-skill that helps us save money and gives us another outlet for our creativity, but it brings us together and enables us to continue to create good memories in our lives as we spend time sharing our love of sewing. And I really enjoy that.