A group of owls is known as a Parliament. The Barnowls is a bunch of quilters who get together a few times a year in an old converted barn. I guess that means I'm an MP.
Isn't it wonderful to spend time with "The Sisterhood"?
It's been a lovely weekend away with this bunch of like minded women, sewing and laughing.
Most of the exciting events were not recorded.
There isn't a pic of bloggers,
Bev of Kainga Happenings with Maria of Life on the Block and Sue of Charlottes Cottage (that's moi, of course) But there is one of this most beautiful and cheery Apple Cushion that Bev made for me in a little pre-arranged swap to commemorate our first ever meeting.
There's a pic also of the small projects I managed to poke a needle into once or twice, not completing any of them.
There's one of Di admiring the little quilt of owls we made especially for her because her dear Mum passed away suddenly whilst we were all together at our last retreat.
There are pictures also of the looooong boring drive I took to get to York from Dongara on Friday, all alone and singing along to my cd of trucking songs alternated with brackets of classical music. I do have eclectic tastes.