As Quilters, something happens when we cross over the threshold of a Quilt show. I think the change affects each of us differently. There are no specific symptoms but something definitely takes place within each one of us.
It is a magical journey that starts the moment we enter the building. It provides pleasure to our senses. We are surrounded with beauty on every side.
We need a plan! Where do we start? Do we look at the quilts first?
Or perhaps we should scope out the vendors. There is always a prize piece of fabric and the latest designs in patterns. It is enough to make my head spin!
About eight years ago I attended my first major Quilt show in Nashville with two of my quilting buddies. We stayed at the Opryland hotel where the Quilt show was being hosted. As we entered the doors we could not believe how much there was to see! Rows and rows of vendors and some of the most beautiful quilts we have ever laid our eyes on. By the end of the first day we were on overload! When we headed back to our room we brought out all of our bags for close inspection. We would
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ahhh with so much delight, stroking each others fabrics and reviewing all the books and patterns we purchased. For the next two days we enjoyed the euphoria of every quilting treat that was available.
In the years since that first Quilt show, I have attended the Quilt Festival in Chicago and the AQS Quilt show in Paducah. Each one has its own unique spin on the Quilting community. It's what drives the psychological part of our desire to make beautiful things. The mere thought of a trip to a Quilt show is enough to start my exit from reality. It is a mystery that once again brings me back to the reason why I love to quilt. For the beauty of it, and the love of seeing and experiencing what others have created in the world of fabric.
(p.s. I had planned to go to Paducah this week, but due to my accident and surgery I cancelled my plans. Maybe another year.)