Looking forward to camp and notes from a quilter
My husband and I are going to the Folk School next week. It's been called an eating camp with crafts classes between meals. I have my strategy already in place. Meat and veg are served at every meal, so I'll just steer clear of the melt-in-the-mouth homemade breads and pies. No problem. I'm taking a batik class and DH will be turning wood.
Lateral slide here: Years ago, before my husband and I joined the Foreign Service and left the country for years at a time, my buddy from PA and I would often take a day and visit "Dutch" country. On the way we used to eat lunch at Shady Maples buffet. The last time I was there I could tell who the regulars were. I swear the place started installing benches instead of chairs. I miss the shopping that followed the meal, but I'll NEVER eat at that--or any other-- buffet again. The size of the customers is enough to put me off food for a decade.
But shopping at Good's General Store around the corner is too much fun. I used to stock up on quilting fabric and notions for half the price of stores in my own neighborhood. And then on through New Holland and a back road to Intercourse and Blue Ball. Phenomenal quilt shops! I think I may be homesick, although I have achieved SABLE (stash above and beyond life expectancy) and don't need to buy even another inch of fabric.
Some day I'll write about my stamps, inks, dyes, paints, jewelry supplies. But tonight I'm in love with my fabric. Beats the hell out of feeding my face.
Published Sunday, August 10, 2014 08:41 PM by susanhaftel
Personal observations & lessons learned