Folks, I’m disappointed. As I said to my beloved when I got home, this is the first time in my life I’ve had to pay an entry fee in order to have a retail experience. On the plus side, it’s always fun to get a ride on one of Melbourne’s wonderful trams. I went to the Australasian Quilt Convention held at the very grand Royal Exhibition Building.
The expo was full of stalls selling…stuff, to put it politely … and expensive stuff too. It was crowded and I had to line up to get a ticket and once inside we were all colliding with each other. I watched a young woman with a toddler just get completely stuck as she couldn’t find a gap to get out in the traffic with her pusher.
The men suffered most. When I say men I’m referring to men who weren’t retailers themselves. Some of the male retailers were having a gay ol’ time.
Ladies, when the quilt show comes to town, just leave your husbands and partners at home, unless they happen to also be quilters, or unless you need them along because you have mobility issues, as some did at the quilt expo. It’s just not worth their pain.
Now maybe I did myself a disservice by not doing a class, but the classes were expensive and the venue didn’t look well suited to that purpose in my eyes.
The exhibition of works was the hands-down highlight.
To those who attended and enjoyed it, I applaud you. For me, never again.