Or, as my 23-month-old DGD called it, a crab show. Understandably, as this is blue crab country. One table had a plethora of mug rugs on it, and the lady asked me if I knew what they were called. I said yes, mug rugs. She said no one has ever known what they were. There really isn't a quilting community in Baltimore, I guess. I didn't buy any, but I got the cutest cookie plates on candlestick pedestals; one for granny and one for Valerie. Valley picked the Santa one, granny chose sunflowers. Fun morning.