Hello Friend,

It was late—too late for normal people, but just the right hour for quilters in the throes of a creative streak. The machines purred like contented cats, coffee cups were mysteriously refilling themselves, and the snack table was calling out like siren song from the corner of the Fox Country Quilts Retreat Center.

That’s when it happened.

A quilt top—freshly pressed and waiting patiently on Table Three—suddenly… disappeared. One moment it was there, basking under the soft glow of the overhead lights, and the next, poof! Gone.

“Did anyone see that?” whispered Jan, clutching her seam ripper like it was holy water.

“The retreat ghost,” someone hissed from across the room. Heads turned. Shoulders hunched. Machines slowed to a stop. We all stared at the empty table like it might burst into flames—or worse, start piecing itself.

Theories flew faster than half-price fabric bolts at a shop hop. Maybe the ghost of a quilter past was finishing their UFOs. Maybe the quilt top had been insulted and simply walked out. Or maybe… just maybe… it had been spirited away for reasons beyond mortal understanding.

The truth? Far less spectral, far more relatable. Turns out someone had moved it—ever so carefully—so they could reach the snack table… and then forgot to put it back.

Mystery solved. Snack cravings satisfied. Ghost theory debunked.

Still, every time someone’s project or seam ripper goes missing for more than thirty seconds at retreat, someone will inevitably whisper, “Check with the ghost.”

Happy Haunting,

Donna

P.S. Now tell me—what’s your funniest quilting mix-up? Hit reply and spill the thread.