it's been a year or two since we last visited the Festival of Quilts at the NEC, but I still bear the mental scars.
The memories haunt me to this day. A bus-load of female quilters launched an impromptu invasion of the men's toilets in search of relief from the extensive queues outside their own facilities. They caught me mid-flow and it was not a pretty sight. I have accordingly invested this year in a stout pair of splash-proof boots. Better safe than sorry.
As a photographer I love quilt shows. They're always a riot of colour, both in the exhibits and in those admiring them. Ladies dressed in brightly patterned clothing weave in and out of the displays creating one vast and beautiful kinetic, kaleidoscopic tapestry.
I count it a privilege to observe the sisterhood of quilters as they celebrate their fantastic art.
Yours as ever,
electrofried(mr)
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