DH’s mum’s family came from the Isle of Man. In 2001 he took me there for a holiday. I was not a quilter at that time, but had a background of dressmaking although I hadn’t done anything with fabric for about 10 years. We went to Port Erin for a day, a tiny place that had a steam railway Pete wanted to ride on. Part of the railway building was used as a quilt shop. it was no bigger than 250 square feet in size. I was completely blown away by the rainbow of bolts of fabric that met my eyes. I chatted with the owner and decided that I had to start to do something with fabric. When I got home I told a friend that I was going to take up patchwork and quilting. I didn’t know any quilters but she did and introduced me to a friend, who took me to her classes and guild.
The following year we returned to the Isle of Man and we went to the National Folk Museum at Cregneash where I saw a demonstration of the Manx roof tile block. They had a quilt there made from soldiers uniforms which was so heavy you could hardly lift it.
When Pete and I finally get to make our trip to NM we will add Santa Fe to our itinerary, having had a glimpse at the museum courtesy of TQS. One of the keepsakes that I like to buy when on vacation in US is a native American pot, preferably locally produced, and often some south western fabric. I must confess that I hadn’t thought to look at my pots for inspiration, but I will do that today. They are safely in a glass cabinet as I am afraid to put them out on display for fear that my little helper kitty will knock them on the floor.
So this show seems to encompass our family history, my introduction to quilting and moves on to my love of pots and native american history all tied in with TQS.
In leafy Berkshire, south of England.