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Quilting at Camp Homewood



Set on beautiful Quadra Island on Canada’s west coast, Camp Homewood was the venue for a quilting retreat last weekend.


It’s a very old building, but it easily accommodated the 32+ quilters and guests of the Comox Valley Schoolhouse Quilters’ Guild who had signed up for a weekend of quilting fun.

The location was absolutely gorgeous. Here is the view from the sundeck of the building.


Hard to concentrate on sewing at first, but the view wasn’t going to run away, so we got to work. It was my first time at a quilting retreat and I went along as a guest of a friend who is a seasoned quilter.

Below, you can see how we set up our sewing machines and our workspace on the “no view” side of the room.


Towards the view side, several other quilters have set up their workspace. All have brought their own sewing machines – mostly Bernina, Janome, and Pfaff –  and they have brought their pre-cut fabric. Some brought irons and ironing boards which they shared with the group. Many arrived with extra folding tables and some even brought their own comfortable adjustable chairs, in anticipation of many hours of sitting hunched over a sewing machine.

You can see the extra round tables at the far end of the hall. This is where the group was served meals from Thursday to Sunday afternoon. The excellent food was prepared on the premises, mostly from scratch. Best of all, the guests had a whole weekend without having to wash dishes.


A second room in the older part of the building accommodated many more quilters. See the setups in the photo below.


Here is one lady’s workspace with fabric pieces cut out and labeled, each ready for placement in the correct spot. Some quilters are working from a pattern while others are making it up as they go along. This workspace holds more than 22 items, but each of them is necessary for the job. I was impressed by the organization of materials.


The first afternoon and evening, I frequently thought about home. I wondered if this or that little job was being done, now that I wasn’t there to take care of it:

Were the dogs being let in or out of the house when they needed it?

Were they being fed?

Did the Captain remember how to use the dishwasher?

Did he remember to turn off the stove?

Did he remember to lock the doors before going to bed?

Did he blah, blah, blah…?  Nag, nag, nag….

Finally, I called home. Everything was fine, and I relaxed and shut these things out of my mind for the rest of the weekend. I concentrated on my sewing and listened with half an ear to the other women telling stories. After supper, many of the women had gone to their rooms and come back up to the sewing room in their pyjamas or muu-muus. Might as well be comfortable as hours of sewing still lay ahead.

At times, the whole room sounded like a hive of babbling voices, punctuated with spontaneous bursts of laughter. I chuckled to myself at some of the funny laughs that some of the women had, from high-pitched “hee-hee-hee”s to raucous “haw-haw-haw”s straight from the belly, and once in a while a red-faced silent laugh interrupted by a horsey snort started everyone laughing again. You might say the storytellers left us in stitches.

Many of the women surprised me by staying up until the wee hours of the morning, but the next day at breakfast I was always surprised by how much they had accomplished (in between behaving like teen girls at a pyjama party). These were not just a bunch of old ladies. They were a group of very talented women who were sharing techniques they had learned in their many years of experience.  As the projects were completed, the finished pieces were hung on the railing of the upper floor. Each person displayed their work and went on to the next project they had brought with them.

Here are some of the projects of the second room.


Here are some from the first room. My friend’s snowflake quilt is third from the right, and the tote bag I made is the last one on the left.


It was a wonderful weekend, with breaks for walks in this pristine nature setting. In the next posts I’ll tell about some of those walks.


Author: wordsfromanneli

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34 thoughts on “Quilting at Camp Homewood

  1. Grin … why does it look like it just stopped raining in so many of your pictures???
    Happy gardening

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    • Could it be because I took the first chance to get out there with the camera? I was lucky it stopped at all! We’ve had so much rain. It’s supposed to rain on the west coast but sometimes I wonder if it will ever stop. Good thing you can’t feel the dampness through the blog – or can you? 😉

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  2. Lovely story and pictures. Wonderful memories.

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  3. Looks like a wonderful weekend! Think you might do another?

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  4. Seems like you had a wonderful weekend. Beautiful quilts. I’d be hard pressed to pick a favorite.

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  5. Wow! What a wonderful place for your retreat! Looks like it was a very successful weekend. Reading your stories makes me think the atmosphere was more like a ladies getaway weekend. Lots of fun, laughs, and appreciation of each other’s talents. Some very beautiful work was displayed at the end of it all. 🙂

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  6. That must have been an amazing retreat! I didn’t know that kind of thing still took place!

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    • I was trying to think of something similar that men might do, and the best I can some up with is when two or three guys go on a moose or elk hunt and then they don’t want to go home because the camping part of it is so much fun. Maybe a fly tyers’ weekend would work with a bit of recreational fishing as part of the entertainment. You’d have to stay at a place where all the meals are made for you, or you’d have to devote too much precious time to cooking and cleanup.


  7. This was a wonderful weekend for all of you. Why not have fun while creating such nice examples of quilts, good idea!

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  8. glad you had Fun! and I can ‘feel’ the rain, maybe its called Remembering LOL

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  9. It sounds as if it was all good, and what a beautiful location! I’ve always admired people that create quilts! It’s quite the art form.

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  10. What a beautiful, enriching experience, Anneli. Thanks for bringing us along!

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  11. Boy, those are some hardcore quilters. I’m glad you had a nice time, Anneli. What a beautiful place!

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  12. Wow, some really dedicated quilters there. Sounds like a peaceful yet productive weekend. BTW, I know what you mean about worrying on things back home. Men. They don’t always do what needs to be done. 😉

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    • Maybe women have made them helpless by doing everything for them for so many years. I know most women are at a loss when it comes to car repairs or mechanical things, but the ordinary things about living your life seem to be so beyond a man’s ability – until they HAVE to do it. They learn quickly enough when we stop “doing for them.”

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  13. I would think it would be a wonderful way to energize when surrounded by like-minded folk sharing in a craft. Love your bag!

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  14. I don’t quilt and I don’t have any interest in learning to quilt, but I know the pleasure of weekend events like that. It looks like wonderful fun: a perfect way to focus, yet relax at the same time. And your bag is lovely — as is your friend’s snowflake quilt.

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    • Thank you! I know not everyone is into quilting, but you’re so right about the “getting together” part. I would love to go to a writers’ retreat and my husband would probably enjoy a weekend of fly tying. Whatever your interests are, it’s great to get together with the experts and share the knowledge while having fun.


  15. I enjoyed the large room and the view from the beautiful high location.Anneli, our minds do tend to worry about things “back at home.” I do this while up with my Mom, thinking of my family, grandkids and whether my mail is being brought into apt and plants watered every 3 days. I live in a really sunny apt and they dry out.

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