Between last Monday’s meeting and our potluck luncheon, we were wowed by 1st Vice President, Jocelyn’s show. Most of us knew her Quilting skills were excellent and we thought we had seen her best work. We were wrong!
Our photographer ruined the photos she took of Jocelyn during the show (cutting her head off was in really bad form), so on the left is a snap of an excited Jocelyn with her Viewer’s Choice Award ribbon. A bit blurry and fuzzy, although we can see her head (and smiling face).
The Guild has an opening for the photographer position, BTW
Jocelyn treated us to her diverse array of quilts and wall hangings, several techniques are used in her collection. Some techniques she learned at classes sponsored by the guild.
Ann “Vanna” Osincup shows a landscape
Close-up of Blue and Gold
Blocks of Ribbon
Much to our delight, Jocelyn shared with us her passion for stones & crystals while we oohed and ahhed over her custom designed jewelry.
If that wasn’t enough to keep her busy – the gal also paints! The set of landscapes with tree houses she displayed were breathtaking.
Thank you Jocelyn for an entertaining and beautiful show. We are looking forward to seeing more of your talented creations!
Stays at Quilt Camp.
That’s what I was told and I obeyed. No camera, notebooks or diaries, and I left my laptop at home. I was going to behave myself and ignore the temptation to “expose all” on our blog.
In order to keep my word, I won’t mention any campers names, gossip, tall tales, or rumors.
That being said, I cannot help myself from telling you the things that surprised me, as a first time Quilt Camper (i.e., Camp Virgin)…
- The map and directions to camp were a challenge to understand, even for my hubby who is good with maps. He had to study the area with satellite views to figure it all out. As for me, I hung on the hand grip most of the way. It reminded me of Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.
- The camp restrooms were stocked with secret agent, fast dissolving, easy to swallow, paper that tears apart in your hands when you pull it from the dispenser. I totally recommend the CIA find out where to get some.
- The “hiking” our information sheet mentions is actually the sojourn across the campground to the chow hall. Don’t count carbs – eat as much as you can – because you will burn it all off, trudging up the steep hills to get back to your sewing machine. I decided to do “hitch” hiking on a full stomach.
- Several gals complained about hair suddenly growing on their chest. I won’t name names, but it only happened to the coffee drinkers. Hmmm…
- The only elevator is used for moving our stuff to the second floor. The people who own the stuff must walk up stairs. Considering the amount of “stuff” we all brought – this was a wonderful thing!
- I can’t wait for next year!!
♣ TTFN ♣
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What a nasty and gray day! With torrential rains continuing from the night before, with no sign of letting up, and no hope from the local weathermen of it going away anytime soon. Our entire county was still soggy from the last storm chain a week ago. Luckily, however, no sign of snow or icy conditions, so our hardy guild members (arriving in raincoats, hats, and boots) were not going to stay home on a Quilters Meeting Day!
I suspect that the gal who put together this year’s calendar uses telepathy to help her schedule things. Yesterday’s schedule had our general meeting, a sewing machine maintenance class, and a Soup Buffet.
Thank You Jackie!
Members were instructed to bring in a crock pot of homemade soup to share. By the time our meeting began every electrical outlet in the lunch room had a power strip plugged into it and crockpots of various shapes and sizes were emitting delightful aromas.
What could they be talking about?
Never has there been a day that needed soup more than this one, and here we were, enjoying hot soup while catching up with our friends. Everyone raved about ALL of the soups, but a white bean and ham medley was pronounced the winner.
There was not a competition for “best soup”, so I doubt the chef got a prize. She really didn’t need one. I would bet she is still grinning over all the kudos her soup earned. She no longer has to make the pre-potluck decision “what do I make?” either.
[Ta Ta For Now]