Usually, Lutheridge offers Quilt Camp twice a year, once in the Fall and once in the Spring. After the Spring Quilt Camp, where so many people were distressed that the Fall 2025 Quilt Camp was already full, leadership decided to offer a late summer addition and see if there was interest.
Of course, it's hard to know which stretch of time would be best. We couldn't offer Quilt Camp when summer sleep-away camp was still happening. This year, August also held a 75th Anniversary week-end for Lutheridge and the Asheville Quilt Show. So this four day stretch heading into Labor Day week-end was the only option.
I waited until the last minute to sign up. I'll be teaching today and tomorrow, and I didn't want to claim a table if it meant that someone else couldn't attend. But we didn't have the full registration that we expected, so I went ahead and claimed my space.
Quilt Camp started at 3 yesterday afternoon, and I spent the first hour sorting through my various collections, trying to remember what I was thinking when I organized my material back in the spring. At first I felt despair and an urge to just throw it all in the trash. Part of my despair was remembering how I had a plan in the spring, and the summer wiped out my ability to do much of anything beyond CPE and my weekly preaching.
Happily, I can often pinpoint the source of my despair and move beyond it. As I sorted through fabric, my mind delighted at the memory of these fabrics and how I came to have them and the friends who have been part of the process. I sat and sewed a few seams and settled into a rhythm.
I didn't take any pictures, but that's O.K. I still have time. But even better, I have a few days of my own table, a few days where I can leave everything spread out with the knowledge that I'm not in anyone's way. I can sort and organize and sew and reconnect with friends.
I can reconnect with myself and with the One who made me--one of the biggest gifts of Quilt Camp!
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