Showing posts with label quilts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quilts. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Best of Show

My good friend Kitty is a masterful quilter.  Her creations always astound me, for she is meticulous in her design choice, her color and fabric selections, and her work with a needle.  I, on the other hand, feel more comfortable admiring than trying my hand at such a huge task.  When Kitty suggested that we take in the recent Quilt Expo in Madison, I jumped at the opportunity, for it would give me an opportunity to ooh and ahh at the talents of even more quilt artists.  And that we did.  We slowly followed the snaky route in and out of curtained walls, designed to allow us to see the more than 200 quilts entered for competition.  With so much talent, so much diversity, so much beauty, how could one ever select a Best of Show?  Yet, there was a winner selected, along with numerous others that received recognition in their various quilt categories.  We were handed a ballot to make our own favorite selections, but alas, my little purple ballot came home with me, for I simply couldn't select my favorite.  Just when I'd think I'd selected it, another beautiful entry would catch my eye.  It's a good thing I wasn't asked to seriously judge them, for they would have all received Best of Show!

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Literary Dreams

My good friend Kitty made me a quilt that she calls "Literary Dreams." When she gave me the beautiful masterpiece, she explained the quilt's name by suggesting that I use it while resting in my chair, snuggled up with a good book.  Made of botanical-theme fabrics (because of my love of nature), "Literary Dreams" is exactly where I'm transcended when cuddled up with that lovely quilt and a good mystery or a P.G. Wodehouse romp or a magazine. The quilt sits on my chair's ottoman, ready for me whenever I'm ready for a restful time.  This afternoon's bleak sky gave me permission to take a break from my self-imposed busyness.  It was as if the sky was telling me to relax a bit.  As always, I had a to-do list at home.  Despite the laundry beckoning me and the dust rag chiding me for not bringing it out, my quilt's whispers were louder in my ear.  Instead of succumbing to my household chores, I snoozed happily with my "Literary Dreams."