Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin'
I still see her dark eyes glowin'
She was 21 ... when I left Galveston
Does anyone besides me remember Glenn Campbell? sigh.
I've just gotten back from my second quilt retreat in Galveston and surrounds in the last month. The first time, with my beloved KatyBees, I neglected to take my camera (Bad Linda!) to the Bolivar Penninsula. Well, since none of us actually live in Katy anymore, we're not really the KatyBees, so we have gone through several different names, including the Quilty Ladies and the Pheasant Pluckers (don't ask). But since there are only 4 of us, it doesn't really matter ... we're just long-time friends. The other 3 are traditional quilters, so I'm always the Oddball ... just the way I like it!
This past week, I went with the FMLC, a small longarm quilting group ... also only 4 of us ... a good number. These other 3 are also quite traditional, although one seems to be testing the bounds of contemporary quilting. (heh heh heh, my evil influence is slowly but surely seeping into their subconsciouseseseses!) Here are a few pictures from our lovely 3-night, 4-day retreat. (Unfortunately, one of our members was unable to go at the last minute, due to a family crisis. Barb, we missed you terribly!) The only thing you can't see is all the food and drink we consumed.
Me, Betty, and Sharon
Sharon with her gorgeous batik-and-black quilt top
Betty's college t-shirt quilt (customer quilt)
We were having lunch at The Original Mexican Cafe, and this truck was parked across the street. I just had to have a picture of the local art scene!
I started two art-quilt tops, but they are only basted down. Pics to follow later.