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The journal of a traveling quilter.

I have to say it’s rare to be able to go over the day to day things one has done 12 years ago. My friend Joan is now quite old (late eighties) and I’ve not seen her for many years, It’s so sad, I loved her dearly, but aggressive age took over and she became another person.

I broke the record – a small quilt pattern to share.

The South Australian Quilt Guild have a yearly Country Forum. It was held in the Ballroom at the Burnside Community centre. Excited car and bus loads of gals came from all over the State. The idea is to involve the country folk in the guild functions. Maxine Smith (el Presidente ) held the floor and Sandy Jones and her band of helpers, cooked, prepared goody bags and worked exceedingly hard to make this a day to be remembered.

Quilt Indulgence an Aussie Quilt show experience.

Capturing the essence. There’s a comfortable noise. More like a hum in fact. Every now and then I hear a portion of a conversation and it inevitably revolves around quilting. A child runs through the crowd and demands his Parents attention. The men attending seem to be in the grey hair group and I note that one of them is fast asleep and about to fall in his dinner. Is Quilting that boring? Maybe he has a sleep disorder. The funny thing is that his wife just shifted his orange juice and plate and the conversation with her friends continued without a beat. No outside windows make the room grey, punctuated by the neon lights of the pokies next door and the colourful message boards describing the food you can purchase. There is a faint smell of cigarette smoke, roast lamb and alcohol. There are strong Australian accents that are harder on the ear than the accents I’ve been listening to over the past few months. Somehow I never seem to be aware of accents …

The miracle of the day.

Asilomar. There is a grey blue light outside and by the time I have gone through my emails and finished this post it will burst into orange. The miracle of the day. So I figure that when the day begins with such an event, the rest of the day almost can’t go wrong. Maybe it’s just attitude that allows you to see the ‘graciousness’ in moment. I figure that if you grab that jolly word with both hands and hang on, you can’t go wrong for the rest of the day.

traveling and teaching

Originally posted on I am Pam Holland:
I fly from place to place. From class to class, venue to venue. I carry heavy luggage, often beyond? my physical capabilities. From? the plane I view in silence great expanses of the world. Life continues below me, I’m invisible above. I reach my destination, the comfort of a hotel room, it’smy home away from home. Sometimes, I am anxious at staying with unknown people. Inevitably they become? friends, but the experiences never diminish the initial anxiety. I’m nervous but excited the night before a class. I prepare well and face the class with great expectation. My classes flow, the students succeed. I strive for perfection in my work and rarely have a problem. I enjoy being with my students and take pride in their success. I love giving lectures/ presentations, the interaction with the audience is just like having? a having a cuppa with friends. There is camaraderie amongst tutors, we learn a lot from each other. We laugh, share stories and sometimes strategies After a few…