Gone are the days when my Grandmother would have her gal pals over for a quilting bee. Her newly completed quilt top would be stretched across the frames and I'd have my cozy spot under the quilt to play for the day and listen to the gossip.
Out came the thimbles and needles and happy chatter.
Someone would always say, "Now look at that mess I've made. Those stitches are an inch long. I ought to take it all out and start right over."
To which the standard reply was, "Now, now, that would never be noticed by anybody on horseback racing by, you leave it be".
I think it was their kindly way of saying you're doing just fine, we don't expect perfection around here.
At midday a little luncheon would be served and everything was as pretty as could be.
But lunch was kept short and sweet.
Then it was back to work and they all took their spots around the quilt. When one section was finished, the quilt was rolled closer and closer to the center. As the afternoon wore on, my play spot got smaller and smaller.
They would work and chat and laugh until it was almost time for the menfolk to come home. Then everyone had to rush back to get supper on.
But it wouldn't be long before another quilt top would be ready and the stitching and gabbing and lunching would continue at the next house. A quilting bee is never really over.
So I gathered up what I could find of my Grandma's Depression Era Glass, some mismatched silverware, a cross-stitched table cloth and a few of my fondest memories and created a place setting for the contest at our county fair.
Those days from a simpler time may be gone, but a few of the beautiful quilts my Grandmother and the gals made have survived the years. Sometimes when I curl up in one I can still hear the chatter,
" .....now Mildred those stitches look just fine....that would never be noticed by someone racing by on horseback...... "
PS: I've got some fun photos of the county fair table-setting contest to share on Friday. The kids came up with some of the best ideas!