This one is just a fine example of a beautiful quilt.
This is one of those "stack and wack" / "slice and dice"; put pieces in the bag and "mix and match". Kinda different.
All and all, I'll be returning next year for this show; it was a good one. All except the judgement of the "best of show" quilt. The good things I can say about the "best of show" quilt is that the accuracy of the pieces was good. I'll not say any more about it.
Now, on to a comment and a question. I remember when I was employed and actually worked for a living that I could not wait for the weekend to arrive. Friday night was the much awaited for time. And as I remember the days went by so slow. Fridays seemed always way out there. We even named Wed. as "Hump day", or half way there. Now, however, every other day seems to be Friday. Forget the fact that when one is retired, every day is Friday. What I mean is that the days are just flying by. The older I get the faster time goes by. Is this just me, or do others experience the same thing?