Advice from a small town girl

I'm fresh back from International Quilt Market in Portland.

Well, I don't feel particularly fresh - I'm still tired, but you know what I mean.

Talk about a fish out of water.

Now, in all the years I lived in Portland, I did not feel particularly bumpkin-like. I knew I wasn't a sophisticate, by any means, but I could usually hold my own in a conversation.

As soon as I walked in the door at the convention center, I knew I was in over my head.

Two days later, I was drowning. In fact, I skipped the final day, just so I could breathe again.

Oh, my goodness.

I've been feeling pretty good about our l...