The first class I took was a class to make table runners; twelve of them from a book, one for every month. I went the first month. And, I didn't care for it. That was a different time and I was a different person and my shyness crippled my ability to enjoy the comeraderie that came in the classroom setting. There were 4 "students" and the teacher. I had a 30 year old sewing machine that weighed two and a half tons and everyone else had a lighter weight, newer machine that just purred, while my bohemoth weighted down the table and didn't have the decorative stitch that the lesson was about on it. And, I was not comfortable sitting around a table with 3 older women and the young mother that was teaching. And, she wasn't just teaching. She was also minding the store and I think she had her youngest child with her. And, the projects were WAY too big for a single day and by the time we got to the hard stuff that she was teaching us about, the class was over. And, I didn't go back.
My second class was quite different, partly because I was quite different. It was in the evenings. Still just 3 ladies and me and a teacher. But, the teacher was much more brash and up front and she and I had become friends before the class. And, I made this quilt. Don't pay any attention to the really bad pics of the quilting. It's much better than it looks and it's still a UFO.
Anyway, the teacher was Mary Ellen. And, this is the quilt she entered in the show this weekend. Notice that blue ribbon. When we ran into her, she was so proud! She had a copy of the ribbon pinned to her shirt and she waved it at me and did a little dance. It was so nice to see someone I knew so happy.
I had the text of the placard typed in here and somehow, I lost it. And, of course, that @#$& autosave meant it was gone forever, along with the photo I uploaded from home and typed it from.
Anyway, take care and have a great Tuesday. Keep quilting. I think I might look into another class.