Of course, I took my camera along to document the occasion. Some of you, I'm sure, have never seen a small quilt show held at a new community college. So I took it upon myself, etc.
Here's a literal overview of the event. It was taken from the railing looking over the stairway that connects both floors ...
Later, I'll show you some quilts I liked. First, though, some of my anarchic reactions to what I saw.
What struck me most of all is how similar many of the quilts looked. For instance, look over those along the top railing on the other side. Not much variety. I took along my camera to get shots of entries I like (it helps pass the time), but there was so few quilts that anything but ordinary that I didn't take many shots.
And I couldn't help wondering: Do most quilters only aspire to make the same-old same-old? Sure, there were variations--colors, patterns, the stitching--but it comes down to the same quilt blocks being sewn together. Squares, squares and more squares. And so many of the quilts were done in earth tones--browns, tans, oranges. Some had so little contrast between the dark and light area that it was hard to make out the pattern.
What's wrong with color? What's wrong with bright, cheery, vivid, happy colors? That's what I was wondering.
I also wondered: Do the dark, subdued shades these quilters chose for their creations mirror their personalities? And is that why I don't see that many bright, cheery, vivid, happy people at quilt shows?
For myself, I like colors--the brighter and more vivid, the better. So yes, I have a distinct preference in this matter.
But there were some quilts that I liked, and here are some of them. This one is certainly colorful enough ...
And so is this one ...
If I want to get away from the land of squares, I could just ride away with this one ...
Here's some fine stitching ...
A Northwoods scene captured on a pillow ...
And a genuine sewing cat depicted on a quilt ...
Of course, a sewing cat is something I get to see fairly often ...
One more thing to tell you about the trip. After the quilts and lunch, we went to the nursing home to visit my mom. But she wasn't in her room. After a brief search, we found her--in a large activity room with about a dozen other residents. They were watching a movie. The movie was ... "Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel."
Moral dilemma: Should report them to the state for elder abuse?
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After the nursing home, we did a little shopping and then drove home and had a pizza for supper. I watched hockey after that--two series ended Saturday.
Actually, I had hoped to do some writing, but my wife got to the computer first and battled Yukon Three Decks for a hour or two. After she went to bed, I sat at the keyboard ... and then Charlie came over and sat in my lap while I watched the late game (from San Jose). Maybe I didn't really want to write in the first place.
On Sunday afternoon, the Red Wings could have finished up their series with Phoenix. But they didn't. Phoenix ran over then 5-2, and game 7 takes place Tuesday night in Arizona. Will they win? Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on which team shows up.
The Coyotes won the first game of the series, mainly thanks to their captain, Shane Doan, who was like an enraged bull, charging after everything in red (except the Red Wings wore white that night; so much for that metaphor). He was like a runaway truck. Smash, crash, pow!
The Wings won game two, tying the series. Early in the third game, the Wings' goalie, Jimmy Howard, went out to dive for a loose puck. Doan was charging after the puck, too, but Howard beat him to it. Doan fell over Howard and slid into the boards, injuring himself. It is described as an "upper body injury." (I love how vague and uninformative NHL injury reports are.) Doan played no more in that game and missed Games 4, 5 and 6 entirely.
Maybe he will play in Game 7, Thursday night in Arizona. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe the Wings will get their special teams in order, win the game and move on to the next round. Maybe. Maybe not.
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