I highly recommend sewing in hotel rooms. I live with a frequent traveler. Occasionally, I go along on the travels. Hotel rooms provide the perfect backdrop for personal quilt camps.
You get the space all to yourself. After the maid makes up the bed, it's a great place to spread out a quilt project. There is always a nice iron and ironing board. Someone else vacuums up the threads,
This afternoon's project: stitching together 1930s blocks. I'm stitching blocks signed with names like Osa Nolder and Effie Jones and Della Barr....I'm musing about why these blocks never got stitched together. Did something go wrong? Did Fannie throw up her hands in disgust when Opal's block turned out a little wobbly? Did someone offend someone else, or run off with her husband? It's not going together perfectly but it's not THAT bad.
Meanwhile, I'm occasionally checking email, reading Aunt Betty's story about my dear Grandpa dressing up like a chinaman (so politically INcorrect now but not in the late 1930s I bet) for the Layman School (Beason, Illinois) winter play.
And tomorrow: another project.....................