WHASSUP, MAH BITCHES?
Did you miss me? I sure as hell missed you, and I hope to be back on my game here, posting with alarming frequency. I was able to visit with my brother recently, and while I still spend a good portion of each day crying hysterically, I have also learned a great deal about taking life by the horns and not letting go. Thus abandoning my beloved blog is simply not going to happen. Never give up the things you love, and never let go of the people you love. You feel me?
NOW THEN. My sister works in a quilt shop in Goodlettsville, just north of Nashville, and so while I was there I got to spend oodles of time in the shop after hours. Oh, let me tell you, there is nothing, NOTHING, as cool as having a quilt shop all to yourself. No one in my way, stepping on my feet, leaving gaseous odors right in the areas where I need to browse (this happens ALL THE TIME), or grabbing the last batik fat quarter in just the shade of purple I need to complete my project. I do so hate having to smack those people around.
Being in the shop was particularly cool, because for the first time, I got to see so many of the quilts that my sister makes for display. And not just because it was the first time in many, many years I had been to Tennessee, but also because my sister - whom I love dearly - cannot pick up a camera, take some shots, upload them to her computer, and email them to a beloved relative. The woman is still holding onto shots from last June IN HER CAMERA. If she wants to show you her motorcycle trip to the southwest, she has to hand you the camera. GOD, I adore her.
So now, Kelly, if you ever want to show someone your quilts, you can direct them here. Oh, wait, you don't know how to do that either. OOOOH, YOU ARE JUST SO CUTE.
DO YOU SEE WHAT I HAVE TO LIVE UP TO, PEOPLE? The only thing that soothes my ego when I look at these pictures is that I know how to access the voicemail on my cellphone AND SHE DOESN'T. You can't be better than me at everything, Kelly.
The one thing I regret not photographing while I was there was her fabric stash. Holy mother of bias tape, you have never seen such stacks. Well, okay, maybe you have, but I haven't. AND I got to sleep in the same room as all that fabric, underneath even more of her gorgeous quilts. By the time I got home I was so hot to get to my sewing machine, I barely remembered to say hello to the children.
I'm pretty sure I have exceeded the limit for the reasonable number of photos in one blog post, so I'll save the pictures of what I purchased for next time. Sadly, there will not be as many pictures, but probably just as many all caps, IF NOT MORE.