We packed up the car with quilts and books on Saturday morning to make our way to a wonderful small library in southern Vermont in the town of Wardsboro. By one o’clock, the small space was as filled as you could get it without making anyone uncomfortable, and I unpacked the totes and unrolled my quilt carousel, talking about quilting the whole time.
Some quilters write books long after they’ve started sewing and experimenting with fabric and color, I say. But I took the other road, the one through the world of books to quilting.
I had a great time, most especially because we got to spend time with some very dear friends. Now that’s a perfect day.