Quilt Market - Arriving is an adventure.

Did I mention how much blogging on the go is a failure? Tried to post this on Friday night and that was a bust after I had typed out a great post and then hit "New Post" instead of "Publish" from my Blogsy app... I had some words to say but I think I'll save your ears.

This was on the day I arrived at Market (Friday Night Sample Spree) with my sisters (Brenda on the left, Jessica in the center and Me on the right). I was just happy to have arrived.

 I typically drive to Houston since it's a great ride and it removes any TSA restrictions on what I take and, especially, what I bring back. But this year I could not take the full day off on Friday and would have had to leave early on Sunday (I hate driving at night), so my sisters convinced me to fly... Not doing that again! LOL!

Flight was delayed 40 minutes, the pilot we had must have been a retired New York City cabbie (based on the smoothness of his landing) and then the shuttle bus driver took us on a tour of the Houston International Airport before deciding it was time to start the 25 minute ride to the hotel... My sister Jessica, who flew with me, commented that I kept looking at my watch. What I was thinking was, I would have already been at the hotel if I drove...

Caught up with friends, spent more than I should and fell prostrated on my knees in front of a booth... overall, the arrival was just the start of a memorable Market.

More to come.