I’ve been back from Quilt Market in Houston for about a week now, and though I’m still playing ‘catch-up’ on the work front, I’m amazed at how well the trip went. My flights were on time. My luggage didn’t get lost. And I won a goodie bag in Heather Bailey’s Schoolhouse session.
I almost squealed. Seriously. And I’m forty-some years old.
I’m not a lucky person. I don’t win things. So when Heather pulled my name from the collected cards, I was shocked. When I calmed down enough to look in the bag, I was amazed. Here was my very own treasure trove of Heather Bailey fun–fresh fat quarters, a pretty pattern, and plenty of paper craft embellishments to play with. So pretty and playful I can’t help but smile every time I see my special stash.
So much fun! I’m in dire need of a new bag, and those fat quarters are just begging to be made into a happy little handbag. This photo doesn’t nearly do justice to the fabric and trim. You can see much better images over at Heather’s online store.
Democracy came pretty early this morning. Up at 5 a.m., at the polls at a quarter to six, and we weren’t the first ones in line. I think the election judges are in for a very long day.
For the last few years, we’ve voted at a local grade school, in the hallway outside the cafeteria, where we cast our ballots while the kids swapped sandwiches and watched us present registration cards and receive “I voted” stickers.
This year, we were directed to a new polling place at the library. It seemed the books were still asleep at such an early hour. The stacks and shelves stood silent behind locked doors in the early morning darkness. Two librarians silently sipped coffee on either side of a single desk lamp. The library traditionally opens at 7:30 a.m. Today, the outer room opened at six.
Compared to all the months of campaign ads, debates, and everything that followed, the actual act of voting went by in a microsecond. And now we wait, until the votes are counted, to see who has won.
I would have liked an “I voted” sticker. It’s been a long day.