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Antique Cars and Quilts

The other day when I was driving through the town of Brandon VT, I noticed all kinds of antique cars parked around the green and up and down the business lane.  I stopped to snap a few pictures.




There was a club ride taking place and I guess that Brandon was a good place to stop for lunch.














On Sunday morning, I went to the Vermont Quilt Festival (billed as the oldest --37 years--and largest in New England) at the Vermont State Fairgrounds in Essex Junction, VT.  There were sign all over the place warning, "NO TOUCHING THE QUILTS."  Talk about torture.   Photography was allowed, but of course I did not remember to bring my camera and my phone is a stupid one and the battery was dead anyway.

There were programs, lectures, demonstrations, vendors, and quilts.  So many quilts, both old and new.  I did find a section that had quilts that looked as though they might be on a par with mine.  Then I noticed that I was in the "Kids Who Quilt" exhibit and most of them were done by 9 to 11 year olds.

Life is not a competition...life is not a competition...life is not a competition...

I had to keep that in mind after I ran into a sewing friend who asked. "Don't you just want to run home and start sewing?"  I was actually thinking about going home and packing away all my sewing stuff, but that is a negative attitude and I am determined to stay positive.  I am at the age where I should be exhibiting calm wisdom.

Oh, but in addition to staying positive, I have had a long standing battle with the little "should lady" who lives within me.  Life is a major balancing act, is what it is.

I don't remember if I posted my last two quilts, but here they are:


Comments

  1. I have quilted but never had the tenacity to actually make a quilt!! It is hard work and requires foresight and patience. Your quilts are lovely and would make someone very warm on a cold New England winter.

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  2. Lovely photos. I found those antique cars interesting to look at. And your quilts are beautiful.

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  3. I admire your work and tenacity. I never tried, realizing I do not have the patience or ability. Living in Lancaster County PA for years I had many friends who quilted and took their work very seriously. I admire their work the same as I enjoy looking at any art - wonderful to look at and enjoy, but no way can I do that.

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  4. Well, I think your quilts are beautiful, and I know that no 11 year old could do them! You're way too modest! Maybe you could display some of yours next year.
    Peace,
    Muff

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  5. I agree! Your quilts are truly lovely. I wish I knew how to quilt, but it looks like so much work and I'm afraid I don't have the patience. Those cars look like they've been cared for lovingly... like the quilts.

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  6. Your quilts are lovely! I know the work that goes into quilting (my mom was the quilter) Those 9-11 year olds probably had lots of help.

    What an incredible line up of old cars. Obviously the owners love and care for them.

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  7. Love your quilts. The closest thing to making a quilt is me putting batting between two sheets and yarn tying them!! BTW, I'm still waiting for the old age 'wisdom' to set in. Maybe I'm one of those old ladies who will always be impulsive.

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  8. Come on, you would put "Kids who Quilt" to shame:)) Have you ever shown yours? I'm impressed.
    Love those old cars. That first one would have had me drooling and batting eyes at the owner had I been born in the day.

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  9. Your quilts came out beautifully -- you should be proud! But I totally understand -- there are times when I look at photos by others and I just want to go home put the camera in the trash can....

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