Quilted Out

The Minnesota State Fair represents all that is good in our glorious state. It's wholesome, with crafts and children and farm equipment as far as the eye can see, it promotes massive amount of food intake, and what Minnesotan worth their salt doesn't like to eat? Steak, chicken, pork chops, cheesecake, hot dish, all of these things readily available on a stick, mini-donuts, Greek food, tacos, pizza, cheese curds, for miles and miles Aside from all the outdoors, free-standing food booths, there is even an entire building dedicated to food at the Fair. And, every type of person goes to the fair. Boring suburbanites, urbane hipsters from Uptown, people from "up north" who take a two hour car ride just to go the the fair. Roving groups of Goth/emo kids AND hip-hop kids in equally amounts, gay, straight, black, white, Al Franken and Michelle Bachman...every Minnesotan loves the fair.

I descended upon the Fair yesterday with my Mom and sister. Towards the end of our trip, (we go the the fair to eat, stare at the farm animals, and make fun of the way people dress) we entered the 4-H Building. The 4-H Building is one of my favorite places to visit at the fair. It's the down home kids showing of their research on endangered species, or how to make homemade soup in the form of plaster-board and pictures printed off the internet. They show off their needlepoint, and yes, there was an entire corner dedicated to quilts. When we walked by the quilt corner, I was too entranced by the group of awkward farms kids singing Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" and doing uncomfortable dance steps with an opposite gender dance partner, adding to the awkwardness, heh...that the quilts didn't really catch my interest, Mom even said, "Roxy! Quilts!" I glanced, looked briefly, and my attention went back to the stage of kids. Adorkable.

Why do other peoples quilting not capture my attention? I should have taken the time a looked at what the 4-H kids had done. From what I could tell at my quick glance, the quilts were beautiful. But, it's not that I didn't care, I just didn't want to really take the time to look. Maybe it was the dorks on the stage, or the fact that it was towards the end of the fair trip and I was getting tired (we still had the Big Pig to go look at!) Maybe, at that moment, I was just quilted out.

I haven't seen my quilt since Thursday night. I wonder what it looks like? Vickie said she was going to machine quilt it on Saturday, which would have been yesterday, meaning it should be all put together. Hmmm...I bet it looks cool. I took my left-over material home with me Thursday night, so I have a bunch of Halloween themed scraps of fabric sitting on my kitchen table right now, "You can make a little lap quilt with them!" Vickie offered. I don't own a needle or thread, let alone a sewing machine. I was promised, however, one of her older, beaten down ones in a couple weeks, "I just gotta bring it home from the cabin" she said.

Hopefully, tomorrow night I will get up to her house to take the quilt home and begin the binding process. Sore fingers and, if I'm lucky, a few calluses to look forward too!