I started teaching a new class on threadpainting last night at Lynne's shop. I was actually better prepared for this one, having fused shapes onto background fabrics for them to practice beginning stitches on. They did well - they are all very good quilters, so that's no surprise. One of the students is particularly good and very fast. She will need to learn to slow down a bit, but I think next week when we move into making "real" stitches, she'll have to. I think it's a fun class and I think they'll be surprised at how well they will do and how much they will like it.

I finally got to Rocky Mount to see my quilt hanging in the Rocky Mount Arts Center (Imperial Centre). Steve drove and I was so happy that Keri and Abbie wanted to go with us. The building is an old tobacco warehouse that has been updated, but lots of things have been kept, like the old pipes and steam boiler, that give it so much charm. It's a very cool building

This is the sign you see when entering the gallery.

The gallery at the Arts Center is spacious and it was very well done. I was thrilled to see my quilt as one of the first pieces, hanging beside a painting the same size. They just looked so right - hanging there together. Judy Glover, from PAQA-South, also has a piece hanging in the show. Christine Zoller, whose work is fantastic, had a small, private wing to herself. Beautiful work.

This is so cool - mostly because I rarely get to see my work actually hanging in the show. It's a thrill to be juried into one, but then you just roll it up and ship it out and it's gone for a month or even a year, then it comes back. You have no interaction with it during that period. You don't know if it likes where it is hanging, whether the pieces on either side of it are playing nice with it, whether it is tucked away in some hidey hole where no one really notices it, or whether it is in a terribly lit place that makes it feel a bit woozy. You just don't know because you can't see it. It's always such a boon when someone from the Quiltart Digest attends a show and takes a photo for you, like my friend Karen did at the Schweinfurth last year. Speaking of the Schweinfurth, it's just about that time again...


So anyway, I think NC Forests Under Fire likes being next to this lovely painting. Maybe it thinks it's a firetruck. Color is right...

So here is a closeup. This was the second Forest Fire quilt I did. The first was totally practice and terrible, but I learned so much from that. Then I made this one and I learned even more. This was not right, as I saw it in my head. It was okay, but it wasn't just right. I have made the third and I think this one is just right. Unfortunately, I can't post it now because I'm waiting to hear if it is juried into the Journal Art Quilts project for the International Quilt Festival in Houston. I'll get that much anticipated email next week - Friday, I believe. Anxious.

There is a company called Artomat that bought up a bunch of old cigarette machines. They have placed them in very cool places, such as the Rocky Mount Arts Center, and they sell little boxes of art. Actually, you have to buy a token ($5.00) to purchase your little piece of art. Most of it is in a small box the size of a cigarette pack. Some of them have a little description above their slot that gives you a hint of what might be inside. Some of them are just a five dollar crap shoot. I bought a couple of tokens and gave Keri one. She got a cool block of wood (cigarette pack size) that had been painted and had a very simple, but cool, design drawn on it. I got this. I don't know who made it, but it was exactly right. Okay, I could have purchased a plate with the same design from the dollar store, but it wouldn't have come from an old cigarette machine with little boxes of hand-made art. And it wouldn't have been so serendipitously perfect.

We saw this lovely bit of roadside patchwork on the way back to Raleigh from Rocky Mount. I thought it had wonderful potential for an art quilt.

Back at Granny's and we had a lovely afternoon on the patio sipping wine and watching the hummingbirds fight over the feeder. Keri and Abbie and I played Scrabble and by then the wine was so relaxing that my brain went numb. I certainly didn't win. I didn't even come in second. But I really didn't care.

Steve's Mom and Abbie went up to Bridgehampton for Memorial Day and brought back several old quilts. Granny (Steve's mom) is 91 years old. Her grandmother made this quilt. It has some damage and shouldn't be used, but Abbie just wanted to show it to us. I would have told her sooner had I known we would be using it for our blanket. Needless to say, there weren't a lot of queen-sized beds back in the day this was made. We were both "short-sheeted". It's a lovely old piece and should be restored.

I didn't get to see my cutiepatootie Sarah over the weekend. She was with her dad. I really miss that little munchkin.

So - this weekend I have a ton of things to do. Seems August 22nd is the magic day this month. Receive the email from JAQ, get my Abstracts Dancing quilt ready to ship off on Monday to the Threadlines exhibit at the University of Missouri, get some good photos of one of my quilts to submit to the Schweinfurth (only one is the right size), and try to finish my piece for the PAQA-South Member's Show - Reflections. Not sure it's going to work, but I still have the vision, so I'm going to keep trying. Busy busy busy!