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It was 1991. It was my first International Quilt Show in Houston, Texas. My closest friend and I were having a fabulous time while spending some major money buying fabric, gadgets, and everything that looked remotely like something we just had to have.  While at the show, there was a cartoon artist drawing caricatures of anyone interested. While he worked on each, the results were projected for all to see. My friend and I waited in line. He asked us various questions — where we were from, what we thought of the cowboys, and so on. She went first. We watched as her image evolved into one with a huge, crazy smile, wild curly hair, legs in mid-run, zillions of shopping bag handles dangling from her arms holding overstuffed bags of goods, money flying from her fingers, credit cards hurling through the air, unraveling bolts of fabric left in her dust. It was great! Then it was my turn. As my drawing developed, my friend laughed and laughed, as my eyes widened. What? He put me on the beach??  That’s it?  On the beach?  Where’s all of my quilting stuff?  The beach?   My friend thought it was absolutely hysterical! Thanks a lot, dear friend!

While going through various binders filled with memorabilia, I came across this cartoon. Now, 17 years later, I smile. Yeah, that was me. New Jersey beach girl.  So what that I don’t remember the last time I went down the shore, slathered on tanning lotion, and lounged on the beach sand.  That was me.  This cartoon is looking better and better to my eyes!   So what that I now wear reading glasses, albeit rose-tinted ones when looking at my past.   I like this cartoon.  I’m on the beach!   Yeah, I’m on the beach!  Ahhh … those were the days!

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