Lorna and I had been luckier than Rosemary because we had travelled the night before and so avoided that unusually nasty and very short spell of evil weather.
Ricky had come from London and told us that Justin had gone back home from there, but there had been a lot of snow in Colorado and Justin was stuck somewhere between the airport and La Veta and had not made it home yet. By now he should be back. Ricky had forgotten his hat in London (fortunately he was going to back to the same hotel, so it wasn't lost) so we got a 'hatless day'.
The event had been well planned by the folks who run a shop called Patchwork Parade, and everything went very smo0othly despite the weather outside.
Ricky wove his very special brand of magic all day. From 'meet the man behind the quilts', to 'caveman style', to 'convergence is fun', to 'anybody can do a rhapsody'. I kept thinking: That's another project for after I retire!
Lorna and I were very relieved when Rosemary finally made it. I had this picture in my head of her sitting in a traffic jam on the motorway, wrapped in her HST quilt (I'll pop some pictures of that in the appropriate album).
I recognized a few more TQS members and managed to get a picture of Mary:
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I was very surprised how many quilts Ricky had managed to bring, despite all the travelling he is doing right now. When Ricky had an exhibtion at Festival of Quilts a few years ago he showed a lot of his big quilts, and they are all stunning, but I must admit that I loved, loved, loved the little ones he had brought with him (pictures later).
One of the most amazing things (Ricky you rock!!!) was that he encouraged all of us to handle his quilt. being able to get that close to these quilts without white gloves was like having sex without............ well, you know what I mean
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