Brain. Over. Load. Can’t. Think. Straight.
The whole coveting thing? Yeah. Didn’t work. I’ll just leave it at that.
I can’t even begin to tell you how funny I thought it was that the 6th World Congress on the Aging Male was held at the same time as the Original Sewing and Quilting Expo. The hallways were filled with old men falling asleep over newspapers and old women knitting and crocheting. For some reason I found that to be so ironic. And funny.
I was the youngest person I saw all day on Friday. I got a lot of nice smiles and even a hug from one instructor who upon talking about something from 1974 and then asked to make sure we were all born by 1974 and I had to sheepishly raise my hand and admit that NO, I had not been born yet in 1974,Â gave me a hug and said she was so glad I was there because sewing is a dying art and those who have been sewing for 50 years are so sad and so forth.
I never realized that if you joined the American Sewing Guild you got a discount at JoAnns. I will be joining. I’ll even participate in the local meetings. The local area president was showing off everything in the booth (I met her over dinner). She wants me to join. Bus trips where I’m the youngest person by 30 years will be FUN! I’m serious. I love that.
Now I need to put my fusible thread and shrinking thread away and find a home for all these zippers that were $.10. And the 5 yards of elastic for $1. I’m so tired, but I doubt I’ll be able to sleep because my brain is whirring with ruching ribbon and curves and darts and draping and sewing on the bias and…..