Time Flies

I woke up to this pic of my nieces in my in-box:

The first day of school and look how grown up they are!  They are beautiful girls inside and out.  And it just seems like a year or two ago that I talked to my sister on the phone the day the older one started kindergarten.  And now it's her senior year of high school.  Wow!  And look at how lil sis is almost as tall as big sis now.

Speaking of time flying, last night at quilt guild we had a wonderful program from Barb Eikmeier.  She was a member of our guild years ago when I first started quilting.  Several moves later (she was an army wife), her DH has retired and they have settled in Kansas.  She works with me at the shop and teaches there, too.  She had lots of wonderful ideas about sashing to share with us and it was a great program.

But I thought back to the guild workshop I took from Barb way back when - maybe 14 or more years ago?  At the beginning of class I apologized to her that I'd need to leave my cell phone on during the workshop because my grandfather was having surgery that day and I was waiting on word of his condition.  I'm sure the cell phone must have been huge so long ago!  (And Papa's surgery went fine that day, though he passed on several years ago now.)  Now it is common place for cell phones to go off at workshops, movies, even sometimes in church.  But I remember feeling bad at the time that I was going to cause an interruption.

The other thing I remember very well from that workshop is that someone asked her if we needed to pin every seam.  She smiled and said, "No, only the ones you want to match." lol  I've pinned every seam since!

I gave the quilt I made at that workshop to my Aunt Nancy.  It was a yellow and blue wallhanging with a star in the center, and a cool technique to piece a zig-zag inner border around the star as part of the star backgrounds and outer border, instead of by itself.  It's from her book Traditional Quilts with Painless Borders.

My nieces would have been toddlers when I made that quilt!

Thanks for stopping by,
Nan