Whoa...I don't have anything to rush off and do in the next few days! The appraisers conference is done, but Maine Quilts doesn't start until Friday morning. And it's too far to drive back to Michigan, then return again. (Well, there is...but I'd spend all that time driving there and back, with just a little between.) So -- I took a friend to the Norfolk airport, then started heading north. Stopped at an antiques mall, a thrift shop, and a seafood buffet. (Went by Fort Nonsense, as well -- a Revolutionary War fortified hill that never got used.) Then got a hotel room and took a long nap. All this resting could be addictive! Meanwhile:
Are aliens on the moon? A quick review of the latest ScyFy special, including purported photos of 'fortresses,' 'flying saucers' and 'machine tracks.' The interviews with former astronauts, though, are the real kicker -- it sounds very much like they're saying that the astronauts Saw Things they weren't allowed to talk about. (The review credits the astronauts saying they really didn't say that -- their statements were just edited convincingly.) 10 TV moments that were almost fatal. (And you probably haven't heard about them -- these were mostly hushed up.)
Today was the last day of the PAAQT appraisers conference. We finished off with the annual meeting and a talk by Laura Fisher, New York City dealer extraordinaire, and the author of several incredible books, including Quilts of Illusion and my personal favorite, Home Sweet Home. (It's an analysis of house designs in textiles, including quilts and samplers. What can I say...house quilts just make me happy.)
I had planned to spend the afternoon vegging, but instead, went back to the museum with Laura. We had fun analyzing the quilts and samplers on display. She has a good eye for detail, as well, and pointed out several things I hadn't even noticed on the first trip through a few days ago. Then we had supper at the Shields Tavern. (The Fish House punch was particularly good.) Actually heard this guy playing there:
The violinist with him played a slow, meditative melody that suddenly made me long for home and the Brick. The tune? "Westering Home." No wonder.
We walked down the street to attend a candlelight organ concert at the church three blocks down. Then back to the hotel, and a quick swim.
...and Williamsburg's a wonderful place to do it in.
The PAAQT appraisers' annual conference will continue through the weekend. We went behind the scenes today to look at textiles used for various houses and exhibits...talked to the curator (and head conservator)...and got a look at new quilts-in-progress, made to look like they were old!
It was catnip to anyone who loves textiles. (You didn't think that appraisers got into this just because it was valuing, did you?)
Tonight, we had dinner by candlelight in a wonderful old tavern. (The King's Arm) Tomorrow's class all day, then a lovely banquet. I'm looking forward to it.
If you've never been to Williamsburg, VA, you should seriously consider it. It's a hands-on spot to learn more about 18th century history, American-style.
Fortunately, it's been a lot of fun...because it helps me keep my mind off the Brick. After spending a few days with him last week, I miss him terribly. Watched a favorite 'girlie' movie tonight, P.S. I Love You...and burst into tears. I just wish he was here.
Must keep my focus on work...and what I need to get done. It's only a few weeks longer.