Another take (Tucson revisited, sorta) (and, of course, LONG)

sarah curry

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And so, folks, I left work early on Friday (nevermind that I'm gonna
have to make up LOTS of hours in the next couple of weeks). Stuff some
quilty-things into pilla-cases and head for Tucson. I moved to Tucson
in 1971, with a then-spouse and what were to become big ole hairy-legged
boys, but were then a little over a year old. Built a house (from
scratch) in Tucson (never again, but everybody outght to get to do that,
once). I didn't want to move to Tucson. I loved Las Cruces, and the
biggest town I'd ever lived in was smaller than the UNIVERSITY OF
ARIZONA, for crying out loud. And yeah, my marriage started braking up
there. But I'm ashamed to say that I didn't appreciate Tucson until I
moved to Utah.
I've only been back to Tucson twice, since I left in December 1976 --
once, on the flying trip through after I graduated from law school in
1982, and again on a flying trip (really, with 2 kids graduating from 2
colleges on the same day) in 1993. This desert rat had NO trouble with
the Tucson heat, even in the summer. It is BIG (and even bigger now,
almost 30 years later). But clean and happy, and it still somehow FEELS
like a smaller town. I still have some good friends there.

The desert is pitiful, as I start my drive -- and it's not just the
sere wheat/color of the desert grass (such as it is). it's really DRY,
this winter. A fairly long wait at the Border Patrol checkpoint between
here and Deming. Lots of trucks. I'm impatient. Bubba is chomping. I
notice that Bubba is also DIRTY -- but now's not the time to notice
that.

Long, straight roads. Good thing. I'm AWFULLY sleepy, and it's not
even dark. I yawn, and yawn, and open the windows. Warm today, so
there's no jerk-wake-up blast of COLD air. Long, straight roads. And
dry, dry desert, in these vast valleys between the mountains. A hundred
miles wide, two hundred miles long, these valleys. No trees. Not even
any tall bushes. Yuccas spike up by the roadside, between bare mesquite
bushes and what little green there is ... prickly pears with their
beaver-tail pads looking really innocent, from the road. LOTS of
trains. This is railroad territory (which is why the towns are 60 miles
apart, I just learned not long ago). I counted SIXTEEN trains, on my
way to Tucson.
Names of towns I remember well. Hachita, Lordsburg (last bastion of
NM). Indian Wells, Separ, Gary, Gage, Douglas, Road Forks, Steins,
Bowie, Willcox, Benson.
As I cross the border, there's the last of the yucca forests. It's
almost as if the plants KNOW where the border is. East of Arizona, no
palos verdes (the trees with green bark -- hence, the name "green stick"
-- but there ARE "leaves" on those trees, Phyllis! They're just more
like needles), few cholla cactus, and no saguaro cactus at all. West of
New Mexico, no yuccas.
A silver sun shone pale through wet, water-color clouds.
An odd sunset, this day. Thin, but low-lying clouds, all day. As the
sun set, the clouds developed regular wisps at the bottom, and when the
pink glow began, the wisps looked for all the world like the fringe on
the bottom of a Victoran lampshade.

I drove on in the dark. I did note that there was a LOT of traffic, in
the night. Counted 75 trucks in 30 miles (the ones coming the other
way) The computer-map was clearly made by gremlins -- took me WAY out of
my way (but heck, I've not really BEEN to Tucson in nearly 30 years --
what do *I* know? So I followed the map). Great greeting from my
friend Pat, who's been a judge for several years now. Lovely catch-up,
in real-time. Last time we SAW each other, her now-13-year-old daughter
wasn't born. We think it's been 15 years. Oh, my.

And so, I hit the sack early, for me (well, no rctq tonight).
Saturday, I was up with the chickens (I HATE getting up with the
chickens), but that gave me time to staple the makeshift banner to the
mophandle (same mophandle which greeted SuZzie and Mr. Cannon at the El
Paso Airport, I might add, so it DOES have good breeding) -- a YALLER
fabric, with chiles on it -- the "hardest-to-miss" fabric I could come
up with, on such short notice ...

Time to drive by my old house ... my word! That LITTLE BABY palm tree
that came up volunteer in the in-laws' Phoenix yard, and we took home in
the trunk of the car ... and the 4-year-old kids could JUMP over, when
we planted it (and they did) -- is probably 30' tall! Otherwise, the
street looks much the same, except ALL the foliage is now 30 years old.
I decide not to ring the doorbell and say (at 8:00 on a Saturday
morning) "Hi, I built this house -- can I take a little tour?"

Tucson doesn't change, about roads. It's STILL at LEAST a 30-minute
drive to get ANYWHERE. Even early Saturday morning. But I'm in my
place (yeah, well, so, the instructions about the TIME are back in Las
Cruces on the kitchen table, along with my camera) at the bottom of the
escalator in the Tucson Convention Center at9:00, wearing (no surprise)
my NY Yankees T-shirt, my NY Yankees cap with the flowered bill, my
dangly earrings -- and with the yaller chile-fabric stapled to the
mop-handle in PLAIN sight. And I stand and wait. Surprisingly few are
really curious about why the weird ole broad in the funny hat has that
LOUD fabric stapled to a mop-handle. Including the couple of women who
descended the escalator, got off (OK, so I NOTICE drop-dead-gorgeous
young women with hourglass figures in form-fitting (but not
tacky-tight) sweaters as they loop the other way off the elevator, with
a shorter (but also dang' attractive) mebbe/mebbenot/mebber a little
older woman close behind). The women went back up the escalator.
I stood there. One man thought I was a quilt-show mannikin, until I
scratched my nose. One of the Tucson quilters mentioned that I'd stood
there for an HOUR (OK, So, Florence's instructions DID say "between
10:00 and 10:30" ... they were in Las Cruces, and 9:00 seemed a good
time to me).
I finally beat it upstairs to hit the restroom. As I came out of the
hallway (WITH the same makeshift banner on the same mophandle), someone
said, "Sarah?"
Donna (with her friend Teri) -- who admitted she'd NOTICED that wild
fabric at the foot of the escalator, but it just didn't "click" ...
And almost immediately, the rest of the herd arrived.

Florence had to tell me who she was (well, dammit, I only met her ONCE,
for about an HOUR, and I was looking more at Gery's quilt and her
feedsacks than I was at Florence, shame on me). BigBear hardly needed
an introduction. ImaPearl and her friend (whose son got in a car wreck,
so she had to leave early -- a relatively minor one, thank goodness).
Pearl's got on a delightful shirt with "stuff" (including what looks to
me like and antique lace glove ... and yup, some pearls) sewn on. Anna
(whom I'd met at the Magpie Fiesta in May) and I fell on each other's
necks ... and then, there was the taller one (NOT as tall as
Carolyn-in-Harlingen, but taller than I am, by quite a bit). She said
"I'm Unstitcher." "UN!"
Hugs all around. And we herded downstairs to the show.
Signed the piece for the Banner. Curious. While I wasn't lookin',
Ragmop whizzed in there, signed the banner, and whizzed back out.
Remarkable.
GOOD show, folks. Nothing to compare in size to the BIG ones ... but
as the Tucson Desert Museum doesn't try to compete in SIZE with the San
Diego Zoo, this little show isn't into competition, and it doesn't have
to. A DANDY show. Plenty of "white-glove" folks (nevermind what I
think about touching the quilts). LOVELY little decorative touches
between the quilts, whether it be an old school desk or a couple of
teddy bears on tiny chairs or a pile of Pima baskets. a CLOSE place to
SIT (as BBL said, the BEST sittin' chairs we've ever seen in a place
like this) and have a Coke.
And just some GREAT quilts. This wasn't a juried show, and that showed
... and was just great. More than a few could more than hold their own
in Dallas (the only other big one I've seen). Others were much more --
uh -- MY level ... but ooh, there was LOTS to ooh-and-ah over!
We sorta split up, after we got in the door (ebbing and flowing,
running into each other from time to time; but we'd agree to meet at the
Pretzels at 1:00). Ms. "UN" kept saying she wanted to be a quilter when
she grew up (I'd never seen her work, you understand). I kept
whispering "you can DO this" (hadn't a clue she'd already DONE it).

We met at the Pretzels, promptly elbowed the folks outta their places
at the big round table (well, I THINK it's true that they were really
about ready to get up when we arrived), and got silly about S.E.X. Anna
brought chocolate. EVERYONE (I think) had bought SOMETHING, so we had
an impromtu show and tell.
Someone came over and asked what this was all about (well, we WERE a
bit rowdy). We explained. Well, that's not quite so. Marque (aka
"UN") started to explain ... but when she got to the
"recreation-dot-crafts-dot-textiles-dot-quilting" part, she ... well ...
sorta smooshed it together, and ended up saying, "it's ... er-RECTILE
..."

And I WISH I'd had a camera! Our "UN" knows HOW to BLUSH!!!!

Back to the salt mines (sheesh, it's a tough job, but somebody has to
do it), and more S.E.X. I have purples (of course) and glitteries (of
course) ... and who WAS it was hunting flying pigs with superman capes?
Come out, come out, whoever you are -- I have your fabric! I have
desert sunset fabric and fireworks fabric ... and at the last place, I
was GLAD we'd started to re-gather ... I had to borrow $.20 to finish
paying!

Several of us went outside (among other things, I'd not indulged my
nasty habit in HOURS) and told all sorts of secrets -- nah, folks, we
aren't tellin' ... you just have to go to your OWN gathering to get
Secrets ...
And UN suddenly lept up and began to wave: "That's MY truck!" Well,
it WAS her truck (complete with vanity plate which says "Marque") ...
and this is a LOVELY truck. As Bubba (when he's clean) is metallic
teal, this truck is metallic burnt-orange (leaning toward terra-cotta),
and BIG.
And lemme TELLya about Marque's Chuck. No offense, John, Dollink, but
I've MET Chuck (and after all, John HAS cast more than a few sideways
glances, lately), and I fell in love. Yeah, I know, I do it every time
(Elke, Ellen, Lee, Martha, Suzie all know) -- but this guy has a CUTE
butt (UN's story to tell :-) ) ... and he didn't mind a BIT that he was
surrounded by a gaggle of quilters.

And yeah, on the way out of the building, someone was foolish enough to
ask about my "YEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAH!" ... and so, I was happy to oblige. I
didn't THINK, dammit, to show 'em the Aggie Shuffle (which very much
goes along with a YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAH ...) sigh

Off to the GREAT restaurant for "dinner" (at 4:00 -- we were HUNGRY) --
Florence, just a super choice!
Hmph. *I* counted (after all, *I* was gonna be driving) ... THREE
tecates (and countless lime-wedges -- they multiplied like coathangers
in the closet). I couldn't finish my chimichaga. BigBear took her
other enchilada back for breakfast (but then said she'd have that sinful
cake (both) for breakfast ... fickle woman).

Off in a caravan (thank goodness, and it has nothing to do with the
number of beers -- I'm surprised that they haven't told you that I got
LOST in the half-block between the Convention Center and the restaurant
(NO beer, yet, folks), and took a little tour of South Tucson as the
others waited for me to finish my sight-seeing ...) to Florence's
house. She'd given written directions, which left me with my eyes
rolled back in my head. I followed the Orange-Nehi truck. And
followed. And followed.
Florence lives halfway to Nogales, for crying out loud! "Way behind
the Tucson mountains.

And we hauled in our stuff for show and tell ... and oh, my, WHAT a
show-and-tell! First, the presents! M&M's (of course). Bigbear WRAPS
her presents ... in FABRIC (for me, a chile-fabric I don't have -- I was
so busy fondling I didn't notice the others). Oohh, oohhh. purples.
Lovely purples. Beautiful purples. Turquoises (with gold spiderwebs).
Purple and silver and turquoise. Glittery pears on a blue background,
and that gold filigree-half-circle fabric I'd seen in Christmas red and
green, but never on rich, dark blue. OOOH, Moda marbles, in OUTRAGEOUS
Mexican colors!
WOOOOO-HOOOO! Can you believe this? A WORLD MAP! A whole WORLD, in
fabric (thank goodness, the way it works these days, I'm happy without
the countries and states ... but I'm just gonna "pin" (for real) the
"furriners" on this map, I think.
But yeah, I picked a favorite, of the gifts. Just couldn't help it.
I, who might have "invented" the notion of "it'll never be noticed on a
galloping horse" (at least I do think I was the one who said it first),
now have a whole HERD of galloping horses! They've got their tails up
and their ears pricked, as they gallop, in rows, through the snow (or
surf ... or, in a pinch, though I doubt it ... caliche sand). It fits!
May well just put a tiny bit of this fabric in EACH of my quilts (hell,
the THEORY is there in every one of them :-) )

And on to show and tell. Such DIFFERENT styles, such DIFFERENT colors,
such DIFFERENT patterns and techniques (and yeah, the others have
already noted that Ms. UN is gonna have to give up this "wannabe" stuff,
and very soon ...). And yeah, they all FIT.

We ARE gonna have to DO something about Pearl, though, who simply NEVER
let us get a word in edgewise (as you might guess, Pearl just mostly
smiled and had what was probably the simple sense not to try to
out-shout some of the rest of us :-) ). Donna's friend Teri is well
on her way to her first quilt, since she was showered with fabric, as
well.

Mr. UN (who didn't bat an eyelash when Marque mentioned the trip to
Houston next November, and appeared ready to hook up the 5th
wheel-thingy right now ... sigh) not only held his own at dinner, he
announced that he had the "biggest wingspan" and should hold up the
quilts for the viewing/photo-ops. Chuck is a Keeper, if I didn't
mention that already. Ren is also a keeper, but he was off doing
church-meeting stuff that night. Has he got his hug yet, Florence?

Florence has a house FULL of "rescued" quilts. Gorgeous. And the
"Mourning quilt" ... Florence, tell the story, now.

I asked for LITTLE pieces of the chocolate-chocolate-chocolate
raspberry cake and the CREAMCHEESE frosting carrot cake. "Little"
appears to mean only a 1/8-cake wedge. And Florence had already plied
us with M&M's (and Anna brought chocolate). Oh, my.

I had to get gas on the way home ("just a little way", my eye!).
WIRED. M<y host Pat was sleepy. I went out on the back porch (one can
do that in Tucson, in the middle of January) and just GRINNED at this
lovely day, as I unwound, unwired, and enjoyed these people all over
again. The laughter just can't be duplicated ... it'd just lose too
much in translation. We laughed, we hugged, we grinned, we snarked a
little bit about this and that. We MET. In all the good ways.
And this one (as have been the other Gatherings, for me), was a collage
of all the GOOD things this Newsgroup is all about:
Oh, yessssss, the fabric, and the quilts and the techniques and the
ideas ... but mostly, putting the (yes, smiley) faces to the names ...
and the hugs. Learning that BigBear really favors pastels (and old
Dresden Plate quilts). Grinnin' that Pearl had even FARTHER to drive
(but not much) than I did (and I drove on up Wrightstown Road, Pearl, to
the "back" way to get to my old house). Lots and lots of laughter.
That's always the best part (well ... mebbe the hugs are the best :-)
).

I counted things to stay awake on the way home (those vast valleys lost
a bit of their charm over the weekend). Three big hawks, on a lazy
almost-springtime day, riding the thermals, with their wings spred as
wide as our Butterfly's wings. 33 U-haul-type trucks (good weekend for
moving). LOTS of big rigs (but I didn't see that yaller one) -- 478 in
120 miles -- and 202 RV's in the same stretch. Four forts -- Ft. Grant,
Ft. Bowie, Ft. Huacahuca, Ft. Selden. All "Buffalo Soldier" forts. The
Chiricahua Apache, and the Chochise Stronghold (NM is Apache country,
too, but I wasn't driving through that part of it).
I've now met at least 35 rctq quilters (and 8 spouses, 'far as I can
count). And my word, what a ride it has been, from my first
(not-quite-24-hours'-worth-of-lurking) post. To've met (on about
40-lebben different levels), ALL these lovely people ... snorted and
laughed and wept with them ... really just boggles my mind.
It was tough, getting there. Yeah, nobody believes it, but I'm really,
down deep, painfully shy (I'm just one hell of a fine actress, as I
rassle it down). Difficult even to call my friend and arrange a room to
sleep in. But oh, I'm glad I did!
Thanks, Pearl, for suggesting it ... and thanks, the rest of you, for
both egging me on and showing up to hug me.
NOW. For the rest of you who haven't yet met, just DO IT!
Grins,
Sairey

Phyllis Andersen

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Jan 18, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/18/00

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Yup, what Sarah said. Do those meet ups, folks. Bigbearlady

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friendsacademy

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Sairey,

Oh thank you!! I feel like I got to be there too!!!! <G>

--
Christy B
Ohio

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unstitcher

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Jan 18, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/18/00

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Now lookie here Ms. Sarah, I appreciate the kind words, but I do have a
long way to go to reach the craftsmanship and artistic realms of your
work. Thank you so very much anyway...

Mr. Un says to say hi and to tell you that if you ever decide to get up
this way you had better plan on spending some time with us. I agree.

Now to everyone reading this, you have just got to see Sarah's quilt
that is named All That Glitters, talk about a knock-out drop dead quilt.
And the one she made out of everyones browns is to die for, believe me
on this one as a brown lover. This woman is so talented.
Like Sarah says, if you get the chance to do the RCTQ gathering thing,
by all means jump at it. It is so great and hard to believe the
friendship there is as well as all the fun.

Unstitcher

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Phyllis Andersen

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Jan 18, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/18/00

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Oh Donna, I'm so sorry to hear you had damage from the storm. I read in the
paper about trees falling in WA. I was hoping you would not be one of those
who suffered damage. I'm glad to know your plane landed safely. You and John
keep dry now. Good thing my bed is downstairs <g>. Bigbearlady

ddean wrote in message <863gq4$9vm$0...@216.39.131.76>...
>All the others have done a better job of describing the trip than I can.
>Needless to say I'd do it again tomorrow if given half a chance.
>I left Tucson on Sunday morning after saying goodby to Teri and her SO and
>headed back to Phoenix to see my MSM. Stayed overnight with my DB and DSIL
>then came home on Monday. I got to the Phoenix airport early hoping to
>catch an earlier flight....wrong. Still didn't leave until almost 2 p.m.
>Oh, well, I gained an hour flying into Seattle.
>I got home to see the damage a falling tree had done to my house. I'd been
>warned by DH but it is still a shock. The damage is only to the roof line,
>no structural damage to the house but now it's insurance and adjusters and
>contractors, etc. Makes Tucson look even better. Maybe I should have
>stayed longer?
>I had the best time meeting everyone and I can't thank you all enough for
>making Teri feel so welcome. She's a wonderful girl who's had a crummy
>life. She couldn't believe that everyone would take her in so thoroughly.
>Thank you Pearl and Florence. Keep after her for me, please.
>I really felt silly having overlooked Sarah and her mop handle flag. The
>chili fabric just looked right somehow, not out of place or anything.
After
>I spotted it and the lightbulb went on, I practically followed her into the
>ladies room, I was so excited. (Matter of fact I did, but I stopped short
>of knocking on the stall door and returned to Teri to wait patiently.
HAH!)
>I've been to quilt shows before that were bigger than that one but never
one
>that I enjoyed more.
>Now on to Puyallup and the Sewing Expo.
>Donna in Bellevue, WA USofA
>
>

unstitcher

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Jan 18, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/18/00

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Oh Donna, what a shock that must be, I really hope that all will be
taken care of soon with now delays. It was so nice to finally meet you.
We all really enjoyed Teri and are looking forward to seeing her first
quilt. Next time you plan to be in Phoenix give me a call and I will
come down and visit and maybe we can have some S.E.X.

Imapearl

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Jan 18, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/18/00

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Sorry to hear about your roof, Donna. That is another advantage to living
here. The trees aren't tall enough to do that much damage. :-) I really
enjoyed meeting you and Teri. It was great fun and I hope you can come down
again. Don't worry, I will try to get Teri quilting.
Pearl

ddean <dd...@oz.net> wrote in message news:863gq4$9vm$0...@216.39.131.76...

ddean

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Anna Braun

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Donna,
Sorry that you had damage from the storms. Hope it doesn't take long to get
things back to normal.
I loved meeting you and your friend Terri. I hope she does start quilting. A
more enjoyable hobby, I have never found.
I wish the budget was bottomless, since I have friends that live in the
Puyallup area and I need to make a trip to that area someday in the future.
Take care of yourself and hope to meet you again.

Anna (Scamp and Tramp's mom (meow))
"Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity."
Kahlil Gibran
email: apw...@aol.com

Jeanbaby

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Jan 19, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/19/00

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Gosh Donna, that is awful. We had a BIG pine tree fall on our house one
day. Right over Hobo's bedroom. Had a nice neighbor come over and chain
saw it so that the weight got off the roof. It only hit on the eve part.
Lucky we were. DH was out on a flight, wouldn't you know.
Hope you get back to a normal, fixed up house soon. Keep dry.
Jean in Gaviota, CA.

Jeanbaby

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Jan 19, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/19/00

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Hmmmmph Soooo, Sarah where are the pictures? I suppose I will have to
crash that town of Las Cruses with my new 40' motorhome, park it in the
desert someplace and come to see this famous quilt myself.
Jean in Gaviota,CA.

sarah curry

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Jan 19, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/19/00

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Well, crafty one that I am, I left the camera (and Florence's itinerary)
on the dining table, so I HAVE no pictures.
There are pix of "All that Glitters" (I think, anyway) in the camera,
even as we speak. Perhaps the reason I take so few is that I'm really
BAD at it.
And IF I can ever ear down my very busy young webmaster (nah, I really
don't want to learn to do this myself, although that's coming closer and
closer, as I wait and wait) for a few hours, I'll get some new pix up on
the webpage.
Don't hold your breaths, though.
Grins,
Sairey

sarah curry

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Jan 19, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/19/00

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ddean wrote:
>
> All the others have done a better job of describing the trip than I can.
> Needless to say I'd do it again tomorrow if given half a chance.

Are you LISTENING out there, those of you who've not met each other???
:-)

> I got home to see the damage a falling tree had done to my house. I'd been
> warned by DH but it is still a shock. The damage is only to the roof line,
> no structural damage to the house but now it's insurance and adjusters and
> contractors, etc. Makes Tucson look even better. Maybe I should have
> stayed longer?

YOW! I'm sorry that happened, Donna! Must be a shock, indeed. Glad
it's OK.

> I had the best time meeting everyone and I can't thank you all enough for
> making Teri feel so welcome. She's a wonderful girl who's had a crummy
> life. She couldn't believe that everyone would take her in so thoroughly.

It wasn't hard to do that ... and we didn't even know! She's a dandy
...

> Thank you Pearl and Florence. Keep after her for me, please.
> I really felt silly having overlooked Sarah and her mop handle flag. The
> chili fabric just looked right somehow, not out of place or anything. After
> I spotted it and the lightbulb went on, I practically followed her into the
> ladies room, I was so excited. (Matter of fact I did, but I stopped short
> of knocking on the stall door and returned to Teri to wait patiently. HAH!)

DANG! Now, THAT woulda been a story! :-)

> I've been to quilt shows before that were bigger than that one but never one
> that I enjoyed more.

Me, either!

> Now on to Puyallup and the Sewing Expo.

Say Hidy to Phebe, if you see her, Donna!
Grins,
Sairey

Nancy Voogd

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Jan 20, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/20/00

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<snipped>.

>
> Are you LISTENING out there, those of you who've not met each other???
> :-)

Hi ya'll, I'm a newbie, and already I have met two great women from this
newsgroup. We live within a 15 mile radius. And I've got tentative plans
to meet another. This is definitely the only place where I would be willing
to meet in person, the people I have met online. It's a pleasure knowing
this group of women!

Hey, Mz Sairey, this is a little more OT, but could you post your Tuscon
report again? Or send it to me? I've seen several people reply to you
(without copying your original message). I would love to read it! It
sounded like there was at least one other poor soul who didn't get to read
it. It's nice to read everyone's different take on the show.

Thanks!

Nancy in Bonny Donn,
and no, you don't have to do anything special to the email addy to reply to
me...

Florence Davis

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Jan 20, 2000, 3:00:00 AM1/20/00

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I just came back from picking up my pictures from last weekend. There's
a gorgeous one of "All That Glitters" plus one of the famous brown
quilt which is spectacular --I've forgotten its name, Sarah! Also
Unstitcher's Yavapai Geckos (and she dares to call herself a newbie!)
and Anna's Hourglasses in Repros (don't know the proper name for that
one either!) And then there's one of the whole gang at El Minuto
sitting behind the stack of Sarah's 3 Tecate cans. Sometime over the
weekend, someone offered to put pictures on-line if I would send them
via snail mail. But I've forgotten who. Jog my memory, whoever it was,
and I'll send them off. Meanwhile, I'm back to practicing doing stairs
on crutches. Tomorrow is bunion whacking day, so I may be off-line for
a day or two.
Florence

sarah curry wrote:
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> Jeanbaby wrote:
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> > Hmmmmph Soooo, Sarah where are the pictures?

Butterfly

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Sending my Wings for a safe surgery.
Butterfly

unstitcher

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Me Florence, I can get them to my e-board if you would like. Let me
know and I give you the addy for my friend to get them posted.

Imapearl

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Ouch! Hope you heal quickly. It isn't your sewing machine pedal foot is
it?
Pearl

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sarah curry

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Anna Braun wrote:
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> >and Anna's Hourglasses in Repros (don't know the proper name for that
>

> It is a Broken Dishes pattern. I think I'll name it "Antique China" because, of
> course, it's broken dishes!!!

Seems to me, you already DID, Anna (name it, that is)! Love it!
Grins,
Sairey (who loves that quilt, too)

Florence Davis

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Great, Marque. Send me your friend's addy and I'll send them up to
her. Maybe you better send it to Ren's e-mail address:
rnd...@azstarnet.com. It may be a few days before I can tackle the
ramp down to my computer on crutches. Thanks so much.
Florence