We only had a few hours Thursday to get to the fair, see how
this year’s quilt did, and grab a fat quarter for next year’s challenge. It might
have taken less time if I drove, but I hate driving and love the train. I
pushed Heather’s wheelchair to the first entrance, but the fellow there couldn’t
sell me tickets. Neither could the lady at the second entrance. We were finally
admitted at the third gate and made a beeline to the Zion
building where home arts are displayed. We found a group of annoyed quilters
waiting outside because they weren't ready to open the doors. As we waited (30 minutes!),
I peeked through the windows and saw several quilts much more impressive than mine with
no ribbons at all. My heart just sank. Imagine my surprise when they finally let us in to see my
quilt wearing a red ribbon! Second place! I probably don’t deserve it. I don’t
care.
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