This year I was so lucky and got to go to the quaint town of Panquitch, Utah to attend their annual 4-day quilt walk! I journeyed down fearlessly on my own, no Logan road-trip quilty friends to speak of. I was happy--it's always a good time. I left on Tuesday so I could stop at my dear parents home to dine and slumber for a night with them.
Wednesday morning I left Mayfield for Panquitch making a quick stop at the cute Cotton Tree Quilt Company in Salina. I've been trying to go to this shop for-ever. Unfortunately every time I'd drop by no one is there. The owner was sweet but she didn't have a lot in her shop. That is how it goes sometimes in small towns.
Arriving in Panquitch was a hoot! Almost all of the businesses had quilts in front of their establishments.
I absolutely fell in love with this small town!
I took only two classes: one class to teach you how to use a walking foot for quilting and one called "I Can't Believe it's Machine Appliqué". This was a really good one. I loved the instructor. But still hate Appliqué. There is not enough fabric in the world to convince me otherwise. Here is what I made in the appliqué class.
Cute, eh?
It was a really fun class. Both of them were. And one day I hope to learn to like appliqué. As it appears to be the language of the quilt gods. So maybe one day... seriously... I don't even like spelling the darn word.
