I don't even know how this works anymore. Someone said something about putting up pictures.
This summer had been brutal with the heat and all. Of course this retreat it was chilly.
We were down a couple of people. No Fran, she was getting over Covid. No Laura or Luann. We missed them all.
We also missed the forks I forgot to bring.
Lots of good food. Great conversations. Dill Pickle vodka is the best.
So much sewing.
I made a bunch of blocks and units for blocks.
Syd was putting on borders, making pillow cases, making quilt tops. I think she folds time when we aren't looking.
Jan the same. She bordered up an ancient stack and wack, after designing and piecing it (the border). Standard borders on 3 eye spys and they are pinned up and ready to go. A beautiful pillow covering, quilted and all and mailed to her grand daughter for her first day at college. Many pillow cases as well and a delightful Halloween quilt was started.
Lori had piles of pieces. Making them into bigger pieces. Oh, the leaf piece top got done and some abstract sew along she was doing got done too.
I don't know what the hell Lynn was doing in her corner but her kids sent her flowers. Oh yeah, she was making a Yetu.
Dianne was making a fantastic new quilt top and in between, binding another.
Gwen worked on a zillion tiny stars.
Sue had trees to work on and a delightful coral piece. I asked if it was for someone special and she said "Yes, Me!"
MaryAnn was working away on a Christmas piece. Gnomes and reindeer.
Prudie made a billion pieces parts for the scrap quilt pattern Fran worked on last time.
Caryn had the most beautiful delicate black and white piece with a pink heart on it.
So, we kept busy.
The weirdo house keeper came in one night and sprayed air freshener all over the place. Jan took care of that, because they texted her to see how we were doing.
So this year is done. Nothing is more sad than dropping Lori off at the airport. I can still pretend that Syd is just a couple miles away.
We are so lucky to have each other.
