Note from The Editor

International Quilt Festival/Chicago

March 26-28, 2015 (new earlier dates!)

Classes begin March 26

Donald E. Stephens Convention Center

Rosemont, Illinois, USA


Quilt! Knit! Stitch!/Portland

August 13-15, 2015

Classes begin August 13

Oregon Convention Center

Portland, Oregon, USA


International Quilt Festival/Houston

October 29-November 1, 2015

Preview Night October 28

Classes begin October 26

George R. Brown Convention Center

Houston, Texas, USA


Rhianna Griffin

The Houston area started its
new year under a sky of gray…
and with the exception of the occasional sunny-ish day or two
here and there, has pretty well remained that way since. As my husband (a transplant from Virginia) likes to say, “It’s the kind of sky that would snow if it could.”

And so, on my now three-year-old son’s recent birthday, we were largely confined to the indoors for the day, but were determined to make the best of it. So, rather than venturing out for lunch, we decided to have a “picnic” on our living room floor.

And what did I lie down for said picnic? Yep, you guess it…a quilt! And not just any quilt, but the quilt that my grandmother gave me for Christmas my senior year of high school, and which accompanied me on my journey to college and has lived with me since.

(If I’m being honest, I quickly rethought this entire scenario, and switched the quilt out for an outdoor picnic blanket. If you’ve ever seen my—or any—three-year-old eat, I doubt I have to tell you why.)

On many a winter day lately, the same quilt has served as a very forgiving roof for my son’s makeshift playroom tents, and as a “mat” for him and our two cats in front of the television. And it never fails to make me think of the grandmother who gave it to me.

But it’s rare that I make a connection between this well-loved quilt that’s become a regular part of the scenery at my house and the quilts I spend so much time talking about for my job.

Because, well, so many of the quilts on display at our shows were never meant to be “loved” the way my quilt is. They are art. They are meant to be admired from a distance, not slept under or subject to little boys’ sticky fingers and cat hair.

Still, I have to admit that it’s a pretty neat concept—to think that the very same item can exist in such different capacities. That the very idea of the quilt can serve such different purposes and evoke such different emotions—awe and appreciation in the case of the art quilt, and love and comfort in the case of the other.

For this edition of Friends@Festival, we’ve largely focused on the former, highlighting a truly unique quilted work from Hungary that will be
on display at Quilt Festival in Chicago, and offering batting suggestions for creating your
own quilted masterpiece.

But if you’re joining us in Chicago (March 26-28), you’ll see plenty of both, in the special exhibits on display and in the quilts and supplies offered by our exhibitors. You’ll also find no shortage of classes to choose from, should you want to learn new techniques for creating art quilts, traditional quilts, quilts to be admired, or quilts to be “loved.”

Hope to see you there!

Happy Reading,

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