Three blue ribbons and a color picture of one of the quilts in the newspaper. YeeeeHa. Not my quilts, even better. The friend I have been teaching wiped out the competition of 130 other quilts and has won 3 blue ribbons. *Three*. Yessss. Finally. Somehow. It makes it all worth while. How many times have I yelled, "Slow down, this is not a race"? How many times have I softly threatened, "If you don't change that needle, I'm going to hurt you"? Repeated over and over, "there are no quilt police", cringed when I heard violent ripping, nagged when I saw hasty pressing and sympathized when things didn't go well? This might account for the varicose veins in my neck. Winning a blue ribbon is grand; having someone I taught win them? Priceless. Polly
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