Well, I did it. I survived my first ever International Quilt Market weekend, and truth be told, it felt less like Survivor and more like the-best-weekend-of-all-time, thanks to comfy shoes and lots and lots of coffee. Without a doubt, International Quilt Market in Houston was everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.
Back to home, sweet home now, but I’m I’m still floating on air, and feeling thoroughly inspired and energized. Tomorrow is a new day, a blank page filled with possibility, and I can’t wait to fill it with color.