Whoo-eeee, the International Quilt Festival/Houston! I couldn’t get there until today, the last day. It is, in a word, overwhelming. Even as a nonquilter, I need two days – one for the quilt gallery side and one for the vendor side. This year I concentrated on the vendor side. I didn’t find any old pattern books. I did find a collection of old steel crochet hooks, but they were pretty rusty, so I passed them up. I found a couple of threads to experiment with, and a resin-casting kit. Which could be interesting, or a complete disaster. I’ll find out!
I should look into being a vendor next year. I would definitely need a minion. Ah, that word is overused. Either a lackey or a flunky.