Two weeks ago I came back from a quilt retreat, long awaited annual pilgrimage to Quinipet at Shelter Island where my fellow quilters and I indulged in late night sewing and chocolate, vine and junk food binging.
The scenery was ahhhh-mazing, but, to be quite honest, the moment I walked into that huge sewing room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, my eyes glazed over and I may as well have been in a basement for all I cared. All I saw were miles of fabric, I heard gentle hum of sewing machines and I knew I was in heaven. Most importantly, I did not hear "mooooooommmmmm, Josh pulled my hair, Penny peed on the floor, there is no more milk, toaster is on fire, somebody is at the door, Buddy ate my homework, I am hungry, where is the hair dryer, I am late for cello practice, the phone is ringing...." - all in the same breath. Don't get me wrong, I love my children, but as a stay at home mom I need a break every now and then.
Afew moments before I left for my retreat, my husband decided to vacuum the wood stove (don't ask) with a shop vac that has no filter and no bag. You get the picture. Thanks God I was fully packed with shoes and jacket on. I ran for the door through the cloud of ashes repeating to myself - run, and don't look back!
The retreat was a success. Lots of sewing, eating and laughing. I am still recuperating, but it was worth it. I slept maybe total of 8 hours for the entire trip but I finished three quilt tops and had a really good time with my quilty palls. All in all, a very successful weekend.
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