During lunch today, I found my quilt hanging in the quilt show:
I guess they were afraid that viewers might follow instructions so they hung it too high for anyone but a pro basketball player to reach.
I told the story behind the quilt:
It involved a Russian visa application...
While I was looking at the quilts, I found one that was quilted by my buddy Teri Lucas:
I had very little time to visit the show floor, because I spent most of my day listening to one of the most wonderful sounds in the world:
The purr of a room full of Sweet Sixteens!
I get to do this all over again tomorrow. Sadly, Saturday will be my last day at the show. I fly home on Sunday, to arctic temperatures. I don't like the thought of traveling for 6 hours and dropping 80*F.
Winter is tough; I am not.