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I had a great time in Vermont at the Vermont Quilt Festival.

• My friends had, as promised, a cold martini waiting for me when I arrived Friday night
• I had all day Saturday and most of the day Sunday to wallow in great quilts and amongst people who were mostly quilt-loving folks. Some were even fanatical.
• I got to say “don’t touch that!” to people who took me seriously. Seriously enough that I only had to say it once.
• I got to eavesdrop on people who were looking at my quilt.
• Sometimes I even butted into the conversations of people who were looking at my quilt.
• Sometimes I even introduced myself as the quilt’s maker.
• I got to take lots of pictures of quilts
• I got to buy lots and lots of fabric even though I already own lots and lots of fabric
• I learned, second hand, that if you keep your lots and lots of fabric for a long time it depreciates to the point of nothing and so then when you use it, you’re basically using free fabric
• I got to eat food that someone else made and then give my dirty dishes to someone else who made sure they were clean for next time.
• I talked to people about all sorts of things relating to the quilt world
• I got reassurance that things go smoothly and not-so-smoothly for other quilt show bureaucrats and shows
• I got to drive home on a beautiful summery day and enjoyed all the quilt stuff crammed into my tired head.