We finally made it to the art museum's quilt exhibit on its last day.
I thought it was fantastic, although I just caught quick glimpses while running after a certain two-year-old. (Sorry for the phone pics.)
This one is purportedly an Indiana wreath.
After a failed first attempt at quilting in which I cut out a bunch of pieces and proceeded to cart them around for 10 years before off-loading them on Ilana, I'm ready to pick quilting back up.
Love me some dogwood blossoms.
Said two-year old had a massive potty training accident near this quilt. Good thing I packed a rag. And good thing we stopped to buy a new pair of pants after his water spilled all over his two other backup pairs of pants. Despite the rag, we still had to alert the staff. They were classy and finished our interaction with, "Thank you for visiting today."
This one was, hands down, my favorite. Stunning.