Holy moley, it's comin' up quicker than I can even wrap my mind around!
I read the dates, I knew Houston was two weeks earlier than it used to be, but still, it seemed like an AMBUSH. I am swimming in a sea of new jewelry, paddling ferociously, assisted by my trusty interns, returning when I can to slow, calm breath. Not a sec for a pic, but lots of new surprises unfolding amidst the potent reminder of why I took time off from doing shows and why they are so highly implausible. And yet, here I go.
Mr. Mustafa is not amused. He says enough work Mama! STOP! NOW! I agree but...
But I look forward to the drive down and all the wonderful people I'll see. Can I just say it? I love Texas. The warmth and Texasness of the people. I've missed it since I haven't been at Quilt Fest and Market in SIX YEARS!
Meet you there! BOOTH 320