Retreating from the World, Quilt-style

Last weekend, along with a ton of other quilters in various locations, countries and states, my small sewing group (named The Good Heart Quilters) had their second annual retreat.  First off, a little game:

Can you match the quilter to her machine?  Don’t worry, neither can I.

We had thirteen quilters come at some point in the weekend (two didn’t bring their machines), served two lunches, one dinner, snacks, chocolate, laughter, and lots of chatter.  We also did a Polaroid Block Swap.  In no particular order, here are some shots of the weekend, including our Show and Tell quilts, and a couple of WIP quilts.

Of course she can climb on the counters–it’s at her house!  Thanks, Lisa!!

Jean’s Mirror Ball Dots quilt.  Now the rest of you, get out those stacks and get busy (like me).

The interesting thing is that the royal blue is not mirror ball dots fabric; it just makes the quilt pop.

A prequel quilt to taking Ruth McDowell’s class — Janet just wanted to learn the technique.

JoDy worked hard on this applique quilt, full of lavender tulips both in the applique and in the fabrics.

(Back of the above)

Every year Jean heads to Minnesota where she picks up the annual Minnesota fabric.  I usually get this wrong, and call it by the wrong state.
Minnesota/Michigan?  I hope I got it right this time.

I’m including this picture to show there was someone other than me wearing their “ambulatory boot.”  Mine is light blue.

Tauni’s quilt is all made of minky–so soft!

Lisa’s daughter, Leilani, made this for a Young Women project for church, as this is fabric printed with different values: Faith, Knowledge, Integrity and so forth.

Simone had to pose so she could show her sister she really has finished a quilt top.

And Jean was the worker bee, finishing up another project.  I quilted Citrus, Rhonda’s hot pads, ate chocolate, listened, talked, caught up with others, got tired and went home Saturday afternoon where I crashed on the bed and didn’t wake up even when the phone rang (it was my mother, and I called her back).  So, if exhaustion is a barometer–it was a great success!