When Pigs Fly!

My dear friend Paula from

http://rosecottagebythelake.blogspot.com

reminded me that I have yet to tell the story of my flying pigs:).

Some time ago I shared that we have flying pigs throughout the house.

Some are actually flying...

while others stand proudly on top of the fridge.
These little flying pigs soar above the kitchen sink.

I am known by my quilting friends for my flying pigs because of this quilt.

I made this quilt in 1994.

It's the scene of the park where we would hold our annual quilt shows.

This beautiful old Victorian house stood guard over the park.

Kramer would like to help me show some of the quilt's details.

This is his Vanna White impression as he sweeps his paw across the quilt to show the quilt museum sign.

A closer look at the sign which is appliqued onto the quilt. The flowers and monkey grass are embroidered.

This lady is selling tickets.

Even the squirrels are making an appearance as they check out the recycling bin in the park.

These ladies are selling quilts...

while these ladies enjoy the quilt show.

Each person is about 1.5 inches and is hand-appliqued with embroidered accents.

This woman brought her baby along:).

And what do you do when you can't design cars to your satisfaction?

You make it a 'no parking' zone, of course!

Many of the quilts hang from clothes lines between the trees.

A woman and her little girl enjoy the quilts.

If you look closer the little girl has brought her teddy bear along:).

A bluebird brings a snack to her babies.

This woman's dog has something other than quilts on his mind.

Another woman carries more quilts to the sale table.

What does all this have to do with flying pigs, you ask?

This quilt took me nearly a year to complete with a great deal of tedious work involved.

And so when I debued it to my quilt guild I told them that 'pigs would fly before I made another quilt like this.'

Don't believe me?

Well look a little closer.

What's that flying in the sky behind the geese formation?

Yup, it's a flying pig.

And that's how I came to be known as the 'flying pig' lady:).

Kramer is worn out from all of that pointing. He's going to take a nap now (of course, what cat doesn't love a good nap on a quilt:).