Saturday was Nyel’s first day of walk-about-on-two-legs outings since his surgery in January and we made the most of it.  He has discarded the walker and is using his trusty cane again as he gains strength and mobility.  And the doctor said to “Walk.”  So we did.  First we checked out the Grand Re-opening of the Ocean Park Library.

We are inveterate library users so we have been in the newly expanded building numbers of times through their construction process.  But we wanted to go to offer our ‘formal’ congratulations and we wanted to check out the music of the Mozart Chicks.  The group includes several of our friends and this was our first opportunity to hear them.  Lovely!  (I was immediately thinking vespers and house concert possibilities…)

And, of course, there was the schmoozing that always happens at such events here at the beach.  We visited with many people we hadn’t seen in a while, met a few new folks, and did a lot of ‘net-working.’  (Well, I did.  Nyel says I never miss an opportunity to book someone for a future event or ask someone a history question that’s been plaguing me.  And my response to him:  “What’s your point?”  It’s an on-going discussion…).   And, there were yummy things to eat, as well!

We drove south from there to the Columbia Pacific Heritage Museum for the “Quilting at the Beach” display.  It was the Peninsula Quilt Guild’s 18^th Annual exhibition and, as usual, I was mightily impressed.  There weren’t as many quilts as there were last year or the year before, and I didn’t think there was as much variety.  But, nevertheless, I felt that warm glow of being surrounded by a gazillion stitches made by many loving hands.

There is really nothing quite like a quilt show for awakening in me that warm fuzzy feeling that goes with mother, apple pie, and being coddled.  And then there’s the art aspect, as well.  I especially enjoyed the two small red and white “Hawaiian style” quilts, done much like the Colombian molas by cutting away layers of fabric in a reverse applique techniqué.  Beautiful!

And then there was the large quilt that reminded me of an Escher painting.  Actually, we had run into Cate Gable and that was her thought but I had to concur whole heartedly.  I was so busy admiring and exclaiming that I didn’t get the name of either the quilt or the quilter.  But I did take a photograph and though it doesn’t half do it justice, it still makes me feel all warm and glowy to look at it.

All-in-all, it was a fine day – a grand break from my second round of proof-reading.  Somehow, being surrounded by all those friendly faces and loving stitches made facing my world or printed words a little less onerous.