I had the best of intentions.
I had my camera. And I had my laptop. I remembered to take a few pictures though I didn't get to take as many as I had hoped.
I did get these pictures of Minneapolis. I told the incomparable Miss KittyMorning that I would take this from my hotel window since this was the extent of what I was going to get to see in Minneapolis.
This is the view of downtown, that's Nicollet Avenue ~ also known as Nicollet Mall ~ in the middle of the picture.
This is looking to the right (east... west... north... south... who knows?). You can't really see it, but on the far right, just past the little dome thingie in the middle of the picture is the convention center. It was about two blocks away if you walked streetlevel. It took about five minutes if you walked via the Skywalks. (FYI ~ they're called Skywalks, not "gerbil tubes".)
This is the view to the left. I'm sorry that I didn't get a picture on Wednesday or Thursday when it was sunny and gorgeous.
The Hilton was right across the way. The window with the light on on the eighth floor? That's Barb and Mary's room. They kept flashing us!
By now, you've already seen everything there was to see at Market from ladies who got to see so much more than I did so I'll show you something they probably didn't get to see. Lucky them.
And I was just kidding about Barb and Mary. We were at the same hotel ~ The Hyatt. I don't know who it was flashing from that window... I'm kidding! Ooooh... before I forget! Go post a comment on their contest ~ the answer is all three pairs!
Break down. Take down. (Wasn't that a Bob Seger song?)
Laurie did a really funny contest last October about how long it took to break down the booth after Market so I thought I would show pictures of how quickly it all happens.
Start with this...
Before I start... let me give you a little background. When you come into the convention center on Sunday morning ~ or Monday morning at Fall Market ~ there are several flyers in your booth reminding you about the policies regarding packing up your booth.
In short ~ start early and you will be flogged. Banished. Shunned. Driven out and never allowed to return. Ever.
You're reminded of this throughout the day over the loudspeakers.
So while nobody actually, specifically, noticeably starts packing anything before 4:00 pm, there's a whole lot of re-arranging and organizing going on by 3:30 or so. Sometimes earlier than that.
At 4:00 pm, a voice on the loudspeaker thanks you for coming to Spring Quilt Market and announces that it is officially closed.
I took these pictures ten minutes later...
That's Judy. She's working.
This is looking down the aisle to the rest of the convention center ~ I was in my usual spot in the far corner. I feel at home... it's very cozy.
This is thirty minutes after Market closes ~ it's 4:30 pm.
Judy's still working hard. I'm still standing in the aisle taking pictures. The convention center folks did make me get out of the way so they could roll up the carpet though.
It's starting to look pretty bare.
And one hour after Market closed... we're done.
We're packed up and I'm getting ready to start carting everything to the hotel so it can be shipped home. Eight boxes total ~ five boxes of quilts and three boxes of "stuff".
If you're wondering why I carted everything to the hotel to have it shipped, it's simple. It was the least expensive way to ship things home. I had a terrific little hand cart and I figured that it would take three or four trips to the hotel to get all the boxes there. But then I remembered seeing a line of taxis outside the convention center...
Eight boxes, one hand dolly, a step ladder, two purses, three tote bags and two really tired ladies all packed into a mini-van taxi for a two-block taxi ride.
It was so worth it ~ the best money I've spent in ages.
So by 5:45 pm, we were at the hotel waiting for Judy's son to pick her up. He lives in Minneapolis and she was going to visit with him for a few more days. My boxes were in the care of the very sweet Bell Captain at the Hyatt awaiting a FedEx Ground pick-up on Monday. I had retrieved my bags from the Hyatt ~ they stored them for me all day ~ got them re-packed. The only thing left to do was make the arrangements for a Super Shuttle ride to the airport.
It wasn't even 6:00 pm.
So why am I telling you this?
"Someone" said something that makes me laugh every time I think about it and I just have to share.
While chatting with a couple of very nice ladies about how quickly we can break down and pack up our booths, I mentioned that I had been a little worried about it suddenly taking much, much longer than usual.
Breaking down the booth never takes me that long ~ if nothing else, I don't have one of those super-gorgeous booths that requires lots of attention, furniture, props and detail. I've done it by myself and I've done it with help. I've packed up the entire booth and loaded it into a minivan or car, and I've loaded everything onto a pallet and shrink-wrapped it and left it in the booth for shipping. It's taken me as little as 40 minutes and only once has it taken me more than an hour and ten minutes.
When I made my flight plans this year, I decided to fly home on Sunday night, the 9:15 pm flight. That was more than five hours after Market closed. Plenty of time, right? Except that I was suddenly worrying about not getting my booth packed up in time to catch my flight. I kept remembering last year in Pittsburgh when it took me almost two hours. In my defense, I was tired. I was by myself. And I kept chatting with my wonderful neighbor, Karen.
So while expressing my concerns about not getting finished in time, a heretofore very nice lady suggested that I could remedy my concerns and avoid any delays by using some of the clear duct tape I'd bought to keep the little rugs from rolling up for "another purpose".
Yep. That's right. "Someone" actually suggested I tape my mouth shut to keep me from chatting with neighbors! Imagine that!
Heather ~ when I told Judy what you'd suggested, I thought she was going to hurt herself, she was laughing that hard. But just so you know, she did pull out the duct tape and she kept it handy.
And if you try to deny it, just remember that I've got a witness.
If it makes you feel any better, you're not the first person to suggest this sort of thing.
I promise I'll tell you about the new patterns and quilts before I head to Calgary, Canada on Friday.
Later...