We are in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee near Pigeon Forge for this annual event.
Snow and ice were on the steep drive to our cabin.
A nostalgic moment.
Barbara made this quilt from Father’s pants. Mother said he never wore jeans.
Not everyone brought sewing projects to work on.
A story???
Ashton took me on a steep walk all the way around the cabin.
So, where is everyone?
… Oh, there they are!
Some of the cousins from the next generation are sewing right along with us.
Polly finished piecing her Bonnie Hunter mystery quilt, Celtic Solstice.
Emily and her “Disappearing 9-Patch.”
Cheryl is having fun making a “string” quilt.