. . . It's not at 9:00 either. Thank goodness.
Final report from Quilt Camp . . .
(If I've shown you or your work in this blog and you would like to be named and credited, please email me and it will be added. Lee)That's something I learned the first morning at quilt camp. I got up to use the bathroom at 6:30, then comfy in the warm cocoon of my sleeping bag, didn't open my eyes again until 9:17.
I'd clearly heard breakfast announced as at 9:30.
Yikes. I threw on my clothes and raced out the door. No signs of life in the parking lot, no sounds heard from the upstairs sewing room. Everyone must be gone already. I briefly considered taking my car to the dining hall, but the front seats were still littered with the debris of unpacking all my stuff and straightening it up would cause a delay. (Besides, I had a good parking place I didn't want to lose over a breakfast trip.)
My car is stuffed as I set out for camp, with only a tiny spot in the driver's seat for me.
I would make a run for it. It's across the parking lot, down the driveway, down a flight of stairs worth about two storeys, across a street, down two or three more storeys, and a walk in the roadway down a ways more.
I arrived at 9:30, this from a person who normally takes two hours from the time of getting up to leaving the house. Breakfast included, of course. My first clue was that there were no cars parked outside the dining hall. We have several handicapped people who always go to meals by car. The second clue was that chairs were still upside down on the tables. I dragged myself up the reverse of the course, plus the additional flight of stairs to the sewing room. My legs still trembling from the unaccustomed exertion, I accepted a ride to breakfast at 10.
Nine-thirty? Mendacious voices in the air?
Then we cut and stitched and quilted for 3½ more days, and stayed up half the night laughing and talking and stitching and quilting. I was working on a wall or "cot" quilt (per the UK pattern-maker) for auction at our Soroptimist Winter Tea fundraiser. It took me a good part of the week after camp to finish up, which, among a long list of other things, accounts for my silence over the past week or so. That list still isn't finished, but comes a time when I have to pause the frenzy and write down a few things and show a few pictures.
Strong young men carry our heavy equipment upstairs to the sewing room. Heck, they'd carry up a feather boa if we left it in their pathway and even wanted to take our luggage to our rooms. I was on the ground floor, just feet from my car, so I could handle that okay. We must bring our own bedding and towels, soap and shampoo, toothbrush and hairdryers. This is camp, not a hotel.
By our choice, we only take two meals at camp, brunch and dinner, as too much time is otherwise devoted to trekking up and down the hill. The management does provide us with coffee, tea and hot chocolate in the sewing rooms, and we bring snacks to share which make up -- and then some -- for that third meal.
food & beverage tables
There were 42 of us, I think. Close enough, anyway, and we got to work when we arrived Wednesday morning after breakfast and continued until after breakfast on Sunday morning. I've collaged a lot of pictures so this blog won't be an impossible download for those with slower Internet connections -- a problem in my area off in the boonies. (So many pictures, so little space and time.)
one of the big cutting tables
Making three identical quilts using Japanese fabrics for her three Japanese granddaughters
Hand quilting (but mainly because her sewing machine malfunctioned)
As a quilter reaches a milestone stage, she announces a ta-duh, and receives applause from the group.Top quilt was an early ta-duh. The middle one took up to the end, and the bottom one was midway.
(High productivity corner!)
The piece below is by Leslie Carabas, a professional fabric and thread artist. This piece is -- I estimate -- between two and 2½ feet tall. Watching her do this painstaking stitching (see detail below) just amazes me. People often wonder at my patience at hand quilting. It's nothing compared to what Leslie does here.
Somebody did a really fabulous job of tidying up the snack tables.
And a birthday party, for two of our gals who share a birthday and usually celebrate it at Quilt Camp. Cake, candles, and six half-gallons of ice cream in different flavors.
Is there a 49ers fan in the room???
Making scarves for the boutique, finding buyers even before leaving camp
On the wall(s)
These pieces come in sizes from tiny to very large, which this format doesn't really show.
The fall colors of the quilt reflect the fall colors to the right through the window on this foggy day.
Oh, and here's the big reveal, which I was holding back until the time of the auction. It's bright, to say the least. It was fun to make, pulling fabrics from my stash. Sister won out in some lively bidding. She commented that the only way she could get one of my quilts was to buy it. (No, really, I plan to do one for her when I get my new quilting studio.) It's about 35" x 44".
See you soon.