Some local quilty friends and I went on a little field trip on Monday. Where do you suppose we went with a load like this?
No, not a retreat.
We went to Greeley, a city that is about 30 miles to the east of our city, Loveland, Colorado. We went to visit these ladies -
They are a group of about 50 quilters who make donation quilts from donated supplies.
The gal who showed us around said they make about 300 quilts a year for about 5 different charities.
This group is connected to the Trinity Lutheran Church in Greeley, and have the second floor of the church's school building for their space. Here's their beautifully organized storeroom full of donated fabric.
And next door we saw the big room full of quilters working away at sewing machines, design walls, a long arm, and a hand quilting frame.
We left all of our unwanted fabric and quilting supplies in good hands, I think! And I feel good to have cleaned out a section of my closet, too.
LeeAnna's question of the week is about our least favorite food as a child, and do we eat it now as adults? Mine was lima beans! Yuck! And I don't think I have ever bought them or served them to my family since being out on my own. My parents sure loved them, though. Maybe that's an Iowa/Midwestern thing? That's where they grew up.
I like many kinds of beans - green beans, wax beans, pinto beans, black beans, but there's something about the texture of lima beans that does not appeal, and never has! 😬
What about you? Have you got a least favorite food from when you were growing up? Share in the comments!
1 comment:
Quilters are such generous people. It is wonderful that you and your friends donated fabric . It looks like they have a nice work space. They certainly create a lot of quilts to those in need. I had to giggle when you said Lima beans were not a favorite. We often had them growing up. I actually liked them but have not ate them in eons. You are right - they do have a different texture. Sardines still gets a thumbs down for me as a child and as an adult. LOL. Have a great day.
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