The Right Date

One Saturday I got up and put on my good jeans. Fixed my hair and it looked really great. Went to the oldest church in my town for a quilt show. The parish was established in 1818 and services were held in a log cabin. When the oldest part of the current church was built in 1909, the log cabin was moved to the rear of the property and used as a parish center until 1976 when our community had a series of church arsons and it was burned to the ground.  

The only problem?  I had the wrong weekend. 

A week later, I put on decent clothes, did something with my hair that was not nearly as successful and went to the quilt show.  I think I am just going to let the photos speak for themselves. 

I was surprised by how vibrant the reds were. My favorites are always the doll quilts or children's quilts. A lot of the crazy quilts had some really special touches. 

I hope you enjoy looking at the photos.  I had a nice, quiet Saturday admiring all the quilts. I ran into several friends who are still quilters. And I did finally arrive on the correct day.