We went to the county fair.
The birds and the beasts were there.
The fastest Hollywood Pigs. . .
the smallest horse. . .
the tallest giraffe . . .
the quickest tongue. . .
the bravest high-wire artist.

But my favorite was in the 4-H building where we had the pleasure of watching the loveliest 5th grader present demonstration on making a south western snack dip. She was serious and determined standing before the judges panel. My heart went out to her at blip and bump that she encountered but oh my goodness, she just kept on keeping on ...... a real little trouper. And how I hope the judges were kind in there marking of her work in organization and presentation.

In the crafts building, I was wowed by some beautiful quilts and quilted things. A colleague of mine at school entered a lovely country-styled christmas tree skirt in tans and browns embellished with yo-yos and buttons.

In the end, I did not enter my quilts but chose instead to enter my concertina fabric book made with African fabrics. Happily, it took a second place ribbon.

Of Quilts, County Fairs, and Hippy Wanna-Be's

I have never exhibited a quilt (or anything else) at a county fair.
But I always wanted to.

This summer I began thinking that it was time to have a go.
I mean, if not now, when?

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So tomorrow, I am bringing two quilts to the Rochester County Fair which runs from September 12 until September 21. One is the quilt above called, Churn Dash with an Attitude. Each element was hand-drawn and hand-pieced; it is bed-sized. And was machine quilted.

There is a nice story behind this quilt, I think. A number of years ago I took a week-end quilt class with Diane Hire. It was a technique class, learning to draft and hand-piece. I was intriqued as I had only done machine-piecing until then. Diane learned these old techniques from her Kentucky grandmother with whom she stayed one summer.

The class was to make one Churn Dash block. I loved the slow, patient drawing, cutting and sewing and so I just kept on making blocks. Every where I went, I carried these little plastic baggies with parts of blocks in them. This quilt took several years and was worked on in quite a few states, on business trips, on family vacations, in cars and on planes.

I am also taking the wallhanging above which is based on a children's book called the Egg Lady about a ditsy, hippy-wanna-be woman named Mrs. Penntwort whose chickens lay eggs that look like everything the chicken looks at: the sun, the clouds, a Picasso and lots more. Obviously, Mrs. Pennywort and her colorful chickens become the hit of the town.

And that is the beginning of the story.

And this is Mrs. Pennywort.

You can see that I have taken broad artistic license with the poultry!

I'll keep you posted!