One, two, three

We had the best time at the quilt show.  I didn’t even spend much money, so I’m not feeling a lot of quilt-show-vendor-mall or guild boutique guilt. 

We walked the whole show in just under two hours.  I don’t think we tired LD out.  She went with us and I tried to be ever mindful not to waste time.

First place ribbon for Special Occasion Quilts, made by 1 person, all sizes.

Do I look a little bit weird in that picture?  Yeah…kinda deer in a headlight…oh, crap, this quilt actually won a ribbon! 

I won a ribbon!

First place ribbon for Other Techniques, all sizes.

Yeah, that’s me, again.  Different quilt

Oh, but that bit of purple over my shoulder?  See that?  Overall Award for Machine Quilting, made by 1 person, small size. 

I’ve named them, one, two and three.

Okay, so I look downright stupid in that last picture.  It’s because by that time, I was. 

These were the ribbons I was given to walk around in, while the official ones stayed on the quiltes.  A white glove lady helped me pin them to my shirt and all morning long, people walked by and congratulated me.  And, I kept losing Sydney and turned out, she was going back to my quilts, listening to what people said about them, and then saying “My dad made that”.  She said she knew how we feel when she wins a game or makes a good grade and we brag on her.  Rob was glowing and LD watched us all in delight and every time she’d stop, she’d tell somebody that she was with a man that had won three ribbons for two quilts.  And, they all kept bringing people over and introducing them to me.  Or, we’d turn a corner and they’d reach out to some stranger and say, “this is Lane Wilhite”.  I smiled so much my face hurts.

And, I could not help standing behind people and listening to what they whispered to one another, and sometimes, I’d even tell them who I was. 

I kept thinking that standing and eavesdropping on people was a terrible thing to do.  But, I just couldn’t help myself.

Be well.  I need a nap.  I am overwhelmed. 

I know the meaning of “My cup runneth over.”

Lane