Many thousands of people converged upon the George R Brown Convention Center last week for the annual Houston International Quilt Festival. Last Sunday, less than an hour before the show ended, I trekked upstairs for one last look through the big round window that looks down on the quilts. All week, those aisles had been as jammed as rush hour traffic in a big city. Now the last attendees had the luxury of unobstructed views of their favorite quilts. It made me a little sad to know that the magical, inspiring displays would disappear within hours. But I'll be back next year.