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After yesterday's gray day, we awaken to blue skies. I have set an alarm to wake me in time for breakfast, unlike yesterday, when I was so deep in the blissful warmth of my sleeping bag and two down throws that I slept until Camp Coordinator rapped on my window 10 minutes before breakfast. I, the slowest eater, straggled in almost at the end. The bacon was already gone.
Today it is announced that we are allocated two pieces of bacon and two sausages each.
It's not like we'll starve around here. There are even healthy snacks on tables in the workrooms, in addition to the two provided meals.
This is shopping day. (Not that some didn't shop yesterday.) There is a pharmacy a few miles up the road that has a fabric section that is known far and wide to quilters. It's referred to simply as The Pharmacy, and everyone knows whereof you speak. The shoppers come back mid afternoon, laden with fabric. This quilter clearly has a project in mind for her shopping.
I'm not so sure the pile of fabric on Fabulous Shopper's lap and table is so specifically designated. Yet she whips through several projects over the course of the day. I'm awed.
I'll show-and-tell about my fabric. I acquire ahead because I pre-wash. I took this pic of a load of dark colors exactly as I took them out of my washer. Looks like a neck decoration, although not exactly a scarf. I had to untangle, dry and iron it for use in my two projects.
I think perhaps it reminds me of this painting over Daughter's fireplace.
I continue with making blocks for "Framework," pairing colors for the floating block effect, cutting and stitching each block as I go, still trying to figure out a system for quicker production.
A pause for consultations at the far end of the room . . .
Pieces are coming together. Despite the similar colorways, these projects are being done by different quilters
This yellow quilt, under construction, has become the bane of the quilter's existence. At some point, she'd made hundreds of small nine-patch blocks, and, since then, has been cobbling together projects to use them. This quilt top uses a lot of nine-patches. And yellow. Unfortunately, she doesn't really like her choice. For starters, the yellow hexagons are, well, too yellow. A nine-patch is joined to each of the six sides of the hexagon, creating those little white triangles between blocks. Because of the angles, the white triangles must must be joined to the nine-patches using the dread Y-seam. If I'm not mistaken, there are Y-seams for every triangle point. She has assembled her quilt top in two growing parts so far. One is on the table and one on the wall behind her. They are about to be joined. More Y-seams.
Someone else is working in yellow. My back is to this part of the room and I didn't see who ta-dah'd it or hung it on the wall. Its sunflower sensibility makes me smile.
The transparency, the stained glass effect of this quilt top with the sun shining through the part of the quilt, drew my eye and camera to it. The bark on the trees, outside the window, makes its own stained-glassy picture.
Ta-dah! Fabulous Shopper has completed her quilt top. No, this is not made from the fabrics she bought just this morning. This was an already-planned project when she arrived. The centers of the design elements are circles, meticulously executed.
These stars are being made behind me, so I haven't been watching their progress. I have heard a bunch of muttering and ripping out and resizing on the way to arriving here. Discussion is underway: sashing, or no-sashing with decorative quilting in the white intersections.
As we move through an afternoon of diligence, there is production everywhere.
* * * * *Mrs. Wright night at quilt camp. It's a game. Those who wish to play contribute a "fat quarter" before dinner. (If that's an unfamiliar term, you can Google it,) Three "winner" notes are concealed in fat quarters, All fat quarters are rolled and tied identically, then passed out randomly to the players. There is a storyteller who reads the script to the participants. The basic story has Mrs Wright making a cake, and sending Mr Wright to the store for forgotten ingredients. There are many left and right turns on the way to the store, and other opportunities to be right. With each use of the words "right" (or Wright) and "left" in the story, a fat quarter is passed along to the person in that direction. Confusion ensues.
I sit on the floor in the middle of the circle, somewhere near the storyteller, trying to take pictures of the game players. There are a lot of blurry pictures and a random chance that I will catch a big flub on camera. Here is a sampling of exchanges, for good or ill.
|The storyteller reads the story.|
|Players pass fat quarters|
|At the end of the story, the fat quarters are unrolled. The gal in the middle has a winner's slip.|
|The three winners each receive a fanciful pincushion.|
|I don't know whether these were made by one or two people.|
As well as sewing star blocks, she knit this beautiful collar.
After midnightThe night owls are still hanging around the workroom. Fabulous Shopper has finished some projects and wrapped them and her surplus spoils of shopping in neat plastic bags. I've never seen anything quite this organized.
The fabric with a purpose has turned into placemats and the maker has gone to bed.
Singer Featherweight users have tidied up and hit the sack.
The maker of small and smaller blocks leaves only completed ones up for the night. See my hand next to them to judge their dimension.
The snack table had been tidied, but subsequently disturbed. There is such a thing as cleaning up too early.
Our Leopard Lady presents her last ta-dah for the day.
That's not the end. We talk until we threaten to drop in our tracks, avoiding going into our cold bedrooms.