Mid Atlantic 2026 Quilt Show
Walking
into the quilt show in Hampton, Virginia felt a little like stepping into a
dream I wasn’t entirely sure I belonged in—. Rows of intricate stitches, bold
colors, and masterful designs surrounded me, each quilt telling its own quiet
story. And somewhere among them…was mine.
This was my first time entering a quilt show, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. There’s a vulnerability in sharing something handmade—something that holds your time, your choices, your tiny imperfections. I found myself scanning the room, comparing, admiring, second-guessing…then slowly, something shifted.
People
stopped. They looked. They leaned in. (Well, I even snuck up behind a couple
discussing my Quilt! Too bad I didn't have my hearing aids in!)
In that moment, it didn’t matter if my quilt was the most technically perfect or the most elaborate. It was seen. And more importantly, I realized I was part of something bigger—a community of makers who understand the patience, the creativity, and the heart behind every stitch.
I left Hampton with more than just the experience of entering a show. I left with a sense of belonging, a spark of confidence, and a quiet excitement to keep creating. Because the hardest part wasn’t the quilting.
It was saying, “This is mine,” and letting it be enough.
Susan, Patty and I enjoying a celebration moment after the show!
