Shared Thanksgiving weekend with a whole family of Kentucky quilters who finally got here many hours later than hoped -- nothing like being stuck on the Interstate for 2.5 hours after drinking too much coffee. They arrived in the early afternoon bearing gifts of home canned goods, local town candies & lots of other food items like bread to add to the spiral ham I cooked that morning & the turkey that would feed us the next day.
Together, we completed three quilts in two days & my friends learned a whole lot about longarming and a whole lot about me -- I am a systems person. I have a well defined system for everything I do from arranging longarming pins in their metallic bowl to putting dishes in the drainer. Fortunately, Heather is a self starter & made herself right at home in the kitchen finding what she needed without asking me a single question. I only inflicted a couple of my kitchen systems on her & she graciously laughed at me rather than getting upset. It worked. We all slept on air mattresses of one sort or another, felt cold way too much (even though I had the heat up as far as I could tolerate it & waaaay warmer than I am used to) & worked until we dropped.
The second night, Heather baked a turkey pot pie for us. We were able then to work until her quilt was finished, unloaded & bagged for the trip home. My then poor aching bones nagged me in my sleep & I wasn't alone.
Brent was my star tie-er off-er. Janet was my star programmer & realigner. Heather was 1000% Miss Congeniality & star quilt roller. None of us was an expert pinner but we got the job done as and when needed. I was non-stop blabber-teacher. "What do we do next?" "What do you see?" OKAY! Unclamp, roll, check the tension, re-clamp, tighten, baste, tie-off, restart, realign, check the bobbin (which I kept forgetting to do). We kept each other thinking and on our toes when the coffee had long since worn off & we were approaching brain dead. The usual unexpected circumstances happened along the way but nothing that got the best of us.
I kept forgetting to take pictures but did get a few. Rather than waiting until morning to get some better shots, we packed up all the pretties last night & called well enough good enough. We did manage to get some daylight shots of Janet's Anchor Quilt. Even though it has been here awhile, we saved it for the Marathon so Janet could select her on thread. Teen Janet is the original quilter in the family followed by her Mom, Heather. Daddy Brent realized they were doing with fabric & quilts exactly what he was doing in his shop so it was a natural transition for him to join in with with his own quilt making.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as memorable in so many positive ways as ours was. Safe travels home, my friends. I miss you already. Must say though that the cabin feels larger than it has in years!! And Heather, now back home, gets the last word this once as she writes, "...I have to admit, my own bed will be a welcome reprieve. Nothing like home."