Last Friday I took myself on an artist date, to use the lingo of Julia Cameron. I hadn’t planned on it. I thought I was just going to pop in on a quilt show where a lovely woman from my church, Gertrude Sherman, had three quilts on display. Feeling rushed and oppressed by my to-do list, “get in, admire Gertrude’s quilts, and get out” was my plan. The show was held at the cavernous Dulles Expo Center, where I had previously been to a few home & garden and RV shows. I paid my $