Last week started off auspiciously as I judged the textile categories in the Fine Arts and Crafts department of the Kentucky State Fair. I've been honored to be the judge for several years now, and this year was especially gratifying because for some reason there were a lot more entries than we have seen in recent years. I actually had to debate with myself about which ones of four or five pieces deserved the ribbons, rather than whether anything in the category deserved a ribbon at all.
I love to go to the fairgrounds before the fair opens, to see the huge expanse of space devoid of people and junk. In a few days the place will be full of spilled popcorn, discarded napkins and paper cups, lost shoes, crying children and frazzled parents. Or perhaps lost children, crying parents and spilled shoes. But for a while, peace and anticipation.
Immediately after I got home from the fair on Monday morning, we headed to northern Michigan for my brother-in-law's funeral, a fast turnaround of 1100 miles in three days. The funeral was excellent as funerals go, but the trip itself featured lots and lots and lots of road construction, plus the occasional accident and rush-hour traffic jam.
Back home, I am almost done with quilting the fourth crossroads piece. Next week it will be decision time: will the quilts be finished with binding or facing? I have been kicking this can down the road, but I hope to stop dithering and get them totally done and ready to go out in public.
Here's my favorite miniature of the week, embellished with one of the many leftover bits from my striped piecing:
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