I want to thank you for a pretty sweet weekend. Actually unless you had set me up with Viggo or Nikki Sixx, I'm pretty sure it couldn't have been any better.
(For those of y'all wondering where my pictures are, well they are currently trapped on my camera due to a fractured memory card, damn it all! I'm hoping the pictures can be saved, but it's going to take some work. For the time being you will have to take my weekend wrap up on faith-- of course there is picture proof at Lisa's blog.)
Saturday morning Siobhan picked up Sharon and I early, early. We drove over to the Strawberry Sampler, Siobhan's LNS, and sat in the car in the parking lot because it was 8:00a.m. and the Strawberry Sampler was closed--she wouldn't even let us grab some Dunkin' Donuts coffee while we waited, but it was all good, because who should come driving up a few minutes later but Primitive Needle Lisa. Lisa parked her Bug and jumped in the backseat with me and I have to admit, she didn't seem scared at all, even when I asked her if it might be possible for her to set up text message alerts regarding her design progress. I thought it was a good idea, just sayin'.
We then pulled out of the parking lot, headed to Dunkin' Donuts, OMG, what a treat that was this weekend. We don't have a Dunkin anywhere around me and that's really a crime, I wanted to lick the bottom of my coffee cup, but that's another story.
We then headed out of town towards Amish country and well, if my memory card is fractured it's probably because I was trying to covertly or as the Yarn Harlot would put it, "Kinnear" some Amish and well it's probably damning their souls to hell and I shouldn't oughta do that, but you know, there's Amish guys in fields, on horses, cute kids wearing milking hats, girls mowing the lawn in their sweet Amish attire, so yea, it was more than my obnoxious self could handle. I clicked, and obviously the evil was smote from my camera. I should add that the Amish I wasn't able to snap pictures of have Siobhan to thank because she blew by them like nobody's business.
We talked poor Lisa's ears off and she was a good sport as we were picking her brain about her super top secret design releases. If only she hadn't forgot my cell number I'd keep y'all up to date with the text alerts, I'm sure it was just an oversite on her part. ;)
After a while we pulled into a driveway. Whose driveway you're asking yourself? Well none other than Kathy Barrick's! Yep, not only were we allowed in the driveway, we were invited into the house and to her credit, Kathy didn't seem the least bit frightened. No alarms went off, no nets were dropped over us, we were allowed to roam freely through her beautiful home and we saw her studio where the magic happens.
Kathy had a sweet brunch set up for us, I know she was thinking food would calm the crazies, but it didn't shut us up, we bugged her about her upcoming designs and guess who else was there, Carol Sims, model stitcher extraordinaire. Talk about stitching nirvana--I am not worthy. It was just a, how did the spousal unit put it, hmmmm, a Super Fantastic Kathy Barrick Day.
After taking the tour we jumped back into our cars, and to Lisa's credit she got right back into the backseat with me, so it's possible I'm not as stalkerish as I think I am. We grabbed Panera for lunch and then we invaded Eldreth Pottery and we went all the way back to the Strawberry Sampler(yes Kathy was with us) where there is a trunk show of Primitive Needle Lisa's designs and she got to see it all displayed. We also got to see Siobhan's awesome framing.
It was one absolutely fabulous day that I will well not to sound lame but I will cherish. It was a day spent with good friends, hopefully new friends, and there was food and some needlework talk, everything I love.
Things I learned:
That when telling a story about a crazy family person I might need to stress at the beginning that it's true as when I was finished everyone became silent waiting on the punch line, uh, no, that's the story, it's all true.
That Kathy reads my blog! I showed her my Strawberry Blonde and she referred to it as Tomato Blonde, whoops! But she liked it, she really liked it.
That I can wear a white shirt and manage not to spill one thing on it all day long. I had soup with Kathy and Lisa and didn't dump it down the front of my shirt.
That the septic issues in my house are obviously my fault as I clogged the toilet in the hotel.
That while I managed not dump food all over me on Saturday, on Sunday I dumped a whole coke in the middle of DC National airport. I am so cool.
There's more to report but I'll wrap this up right now and try to work on my camera.