Every Wednesday night I would pack up my little vintage sewing basket, my gal pal Jan and this quilt at various stages of her metamorphoses and would trundle off to the dearest little quilting shop to learn this careful and historic art. It was a slice of "me" time that I so relished.
Women of all ages came together under one roof to learn, to inspire and be inspired, to natter about this and that...and then about that some more. To drink cups of tea and munch of bikkies. To teach, to support and encourage. And to watch magic unfold under their very fingers.
The ladies at The Quilters Corner are rare gems in the crafting world. With their nimble fingers and quick wits they immersed us in the world of quilting, teaching us all the knowledge we needed to be successful yet "keeping it real". There was no unpicking if something was a wee bit wonky nor aspirations to a perfect ideal. Just trés knowledgeable lovelies sharing their skills....and their passion. I loved every minute of it!