The Mancuso show was much like all of the rest of the quilt shows I've attended in the past several years: The majority of the quilts were small wall hangings, and the emphasis on the larger quilts seemed to be heavy, intricate machine quilting. I don't make very many wall pieces; mostly I like quilts that are used rather than just admired. When I give a quilt away, most of the time I tell the recipient: "Please don't hang this on the wall! Use it to sleep under, make love on, or to serve as a tablecloth (preferably not all on the same day)!"
Spent some time perusing the vendors; there were the usual ones with the very latest ruler/device for some nifty way to make a block, there were some nice purveyors of international fabric, not as many non-quilt-related products, and lots of fabric.
I surprised myself by buying a sashiko kit from one of the international vendors; it was $16 and came with a gorgeous piece of indigo fabric stamped with a terrific dragonfly design, sashiko needle and thread. Not at all my usual kind of thing, but I think I could envision the finished panel turning into the side of a tote bag.
There was one vendor selling batiks and you prolly can guess that I spent some time and money there. He had not the usual Bali-Pops packages, but groupings that he had put together with different themes. I really liked them and bought one package of very brights called "Mardi Gras." Then at lunch (the hot buffet featuring surprisingly good ziti with red sauce and equally tasty Caesar salad; my Weight Watcher group would have been proud of my good choices and my deeming the mass produced German chocolate and carrot cakes "not worth it" but I wildly digress) Bobbi mentioned that she had noticed brown paper grab bags at that same stand. Marsha and I made a beeline for them, were tickled to see that they were $8 for 40 strips, and each purchased two. I opened mine as soon as I got home and immediately began a new project (who, me?) because they were that terrific.
I'm sharing this one final quilt picture, not because I would sleep under it/make love on it/use it for a tablecloth, and not because I would hang it on my wall, and not because I would ever attempt to make such an amazing project, but because I have felt like that. Not often, but on occasion, and it is a very, very good feeling.