I worked all the way through the holidays for this moment-Thanksgiving eve Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day. While everyone else was enjoying themselves, I was dreaming of World Quilt Florida right after the first of the year. I RAN OUT of Chicago’s Midway Airport just as soon as I could. I dreamed of sugar plum fairies and Pat Yamin’s hand quilting class in my head. It is hard to be a hand quilter these days. People look at you as if you’ve lost your mind OR they have to tell you about the best model of the newest Bernina sewing machine (as if you didn’t know about it already).
I try to take as many hand quilting classes as I can to learn what I didn’t learn from my maternal great grandmother about the craft when she was alive and I was too ignorant to ask the right questions then, so now I have to scramble all over the place learning what I need to learn.
I also took the Intuitive quilting course from Carole Shaw Lyles and learned a lot. The local PBS television station taped everything. I delighted myself with French crepes for lunch. I haven’t had them since high school when I took four years of French classes.
To complete the experience, I sat outside with the Orange County Convention Center’s panther and manatee statues, I just closed my eyes to pretend, imagining what it would be like to eat crepes and do hand quilting in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was a lot cheaper than getting on the place and going to Paris.