I didn't expect that reaction

I went to a lovely quilter's coffee morning this morning. Sadly I couldn't stay very long, I have to catch up from yesterday. They were showing the quilts they had made as a group for the local women's refuge, had a raffle quilt for a local hospice, some books and fabrics for sale and the best brownies I've ever eaten.
I took my strippy along to give them a preview and one lovely lady welled up with tears because she thought it so lovely. She admitted to being quite tearful anyway but I was touched. She was the lady who gave the formal 'thank you ' at the end of the talk I gave earlier in the year and she told me she had difficulty saying it for the same reason. If you're reading this, know I'm chuffed!

I cry quite easily. Most particularly when I hear one of Fliss's friends sing. Her voice send shivers up and down my spine.

On one of the internet groups I read, a question was posed as to whether or not to tell someone why their quilt had been rejected. My feeling was how I would have reacted personally to 'When Heide met Sally' the quilt I use as my masthead for this blog. It hasn't been rejected but twice out at shows it has won no ribbons nor even a judge's merit. When it has been to shows it has a crowd round it. I think it my best work to date (and the least successful). Do I want someone to tell me what's wrong with it? In this instance no, it would be like someone telling me my child was ugly. My other quilts I could live with healthy criticism but not this one. It has my very soul in it and as they say about graves, tread on it lightly.

My little angels

Or cherubs or cherubims or whatever they are. Aren't they delightful? They are going to hang above our bed. At first I thought they were holding a ribbon but I think it's some sort of scroll even though they are too young to read. Anyone know what frieze they have been copied from?

And of course they were another TK Maxx bargain.
And my baby has been to Igazu on the Argentinian/Brazilian border. Tonight they are off to the Pantanel (sp?) with it's big cats and alligators.
And me. I got no sewing done today. I went to her old school to collect her art work before it disappears, hit the supermarket and the DIY store and came home and slept on the sofa not watching Wimbledon.
Tomorrow is another day.