My favorite local quilt shop is closing. Of course I am very sad but I am a little surprised about just how emotional I am about it. It hit me when I thought about making a last visit before the doors shut on April 27th, and it occurred to me that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. I think it might be too upsetting. I’m afraid I’ll walk in and burst into tears. This is the shop where I learned to quilt, the shop that sponsored the annual quilting retreat weekends that I went on for about 10 years that I loved so much, where I have met many, many quilting friends, the site of too many quilt classes to count, and overnight “Quilt til you Wilts”. It’s part of who I am as a quilter. And, now it won’t be and I think it’s making me feel a little adrift. The shop has gone through a few owners over the years and I am sad for the current owners that this did not work out for them. I am sad for the long-time shop employees (many of whom became friends over years) and the teachers who taught such wonderful classes at the shop.
I have to admit, over the last few years I haven’t visited nearly as often as I used to, and have only taken a class or two. Maybe I am not the only one and maybe that is part of the reason the shop is closing. Yes, I feel a little guilty. Used to be for many years I was a fixture there – you could find me there most weekends. My husband said he thought maybe I had moved beyond needing the shop – I have enough fabric to practically open my own shop, don’t really need classes anymore, etc. I just always thought it would be there when I wanted it.
I was planning on putting a number of quilts in their annual show this Spring. I used to do that all the time. I had finally finished 3 or 4 UFOs from classes I’d taken at the shop years ago and thought, this year, I’m going to enter again.
I guess I should not have waited so long. Sometimes you get reminded how short life can be.