Today was the semi-annual Quilt Day at church. I love this event and only miss it because of being out of town or having bronchitis (that latter more likely in February). Some of the participants are women I see all of the time and others are folks I run into only at these events. There are always some new people.
Here's Kristina, who I see all of the time, but in the workplace setting mostly. She was working on this very pretty and crisp looking creation.
Late in the morning I was talking with a couple of ladies near the ironing board when out of the corner of my eye I saw something amazing. I interrupted myself mid-sentence to dash over to see this quilt (as though it might have disappeared if I'd loitered!). Debbie, who was new to me, claimed to be a new quilter, and must have been telling the truth because she had no idea what a masterpiece she was producing.
Debbie's quilt, of course, reminded me of the granny square afghan that Joe's grandmother made for our wedding gift.
As of last evening, I still didn't know what project I was going to take to Quilt Day. There were a lot of things on a lot of burners, in a manner of speaking. This morning when I went downstairs to pack up, I realized that I just couldn't wait any longer to start my [first] Roller Coaster quilt. I had a French General jelly roll and some yardage of solid tobacco-or-coffee French General that I'd bought a few months ago with another project in mind.
And this is what I've accomplished. I love it as much in reality as I did in the picture! Won't take long to get this one finished . . . .