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Monthly Archives: September 2016
Catching My Eye at the Quilt Show
Here are a few more quilts that caught my eye at the 2016 Austin Area Quilt Guild show. So inspiring. [Big sigh]
Rippling Nine-Patches by Martha Thompson
Rockin Rail Fence by Norma Lambert, quilting by Lori Kukuk
Shakespeare in the Park by Carol Hassell, quilting by Angela McCorkle
Something From Nothing by Theresa Benedetti, quilting by Emily Bowers
World Travelers by Martha Thompson
Kaleigh’s Quilt by Althea Murray, quilting by Sandie Hirsch
Red and White Miniatures
“Red and White Miniatures” is a special exhibit at the 2016 Austin Area Quilt Guild show. These quilts did not have their creators’ names displayed.
It’s Show Time!
The Austin Area Quilt Guild hosts their quilt show this weekend. This year’s theme is “Red, White, and Stars.” I went yesterday and, as usual, came away very inspired.
AAQG 2016 raffle quilt
I bought one ticket in hopes of winning the raffle quilt.
Close up of the AAQG 2016 raffle quilt
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The Best in Show quilt is always fabulous.
“Paisley Park Feathered Star” won Best in Show. Quilt top by Judy Wolff, quilting by Angela McCorkle
Detail of the Best in Show winner “Paisley Park Feathered Star”
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Besides the official judging, attendees vote on their favorite quilt. My vote went to “The Birds Dropped A Sunflower Seed” by Mary Ann Vaca-Lambert.
The Birds Dropped A Sunflower Seed by Mary Ann Vaca-Lambert
A Room of One’s Own
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Shaktiki Sharma
A Room of One’s Own
“Why would anyone build a round room out back?” Don looked at his wife, Yvonne, in the arched doorway. “I’m not spending the money to repair this place. You won’t find me stepping foot in here.” Yvonne watched Don return to the house. She had hated the thought of moving here, away from her family, but tradition dictated that the wife follow the husband.
She ran her hands over the stone mills, imagining the women before her, finding refuge as they ground their flour. Yvonne gave thanks to whoever built this place that soon would be hers and hers alone.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
It's a long story ... 