Thursday night my husband came home and said to me: Pack your suitcase. We are leaving tomorrow. Where are we going? I asked, and he replied, to Houston to the International Quilt Festival! I was so excited that didn't know what to pack and could barely sleep. So we traveled to Houston for a day. Let me tell you what a wonderful experience we had. Everybody was happy to be there and the energy was amazing. First we went to see the display of the quilts--they did a beautiful job hanging every piece of art. Some I've seen in pictures but it does not do them any justice, seeing them in person is something else. I felt a chill going through my body when I saw two of my quilts in the competition "The World of Beauty".
Yes, I wish I could have stayed a little longer to have time to read every artist's statement to understand the reasons behind their work, and to take some more pictures, but I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. What a day. It was long, but we finished happily tired with my heart full of memories. We rested on the flight home.