This past weekend was kinda a bust of a quilt show. It happens once in a while, you have to take the good with the bad. Thank goodness, that kind of bad doesn't happen to often. So I'm driving home from Arizona thinking about what I could have done to make the booth better, what I could have demo-ed to make them dust off the pocket books and buy, buy, buy.
Jared went with me, he took care of Catherine's booth, Queenie Quilts. She had a big job interview in LA and couldn't go. He was a great sport about it. Thanks goodness he was reading Dune, because he had a lot of time on his hands.
Susan Johnson, a dear friend of me and Mike's died on Sunday. You are missed. Fish on.