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| via the long thread |
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| Melody, via Generation Q Magazine |
In fact, my most embarrassing "celebrity" encounter at last Quilt Market was with Melody. Unbeknownst to me, she was sitting 2 seats away from me in a very packed presentation room. I was totally oblivious, but my friend Alice spotted her, and loudly introduced me as her biggest fan. Seats were shuffled and pictures were taken.
| Me (losing my shit) with Melody, via alidiza |
It was awesome, but at the time I was so flustered I thought I was going to die. I can't even remember what I said, but I know there was a lot of sweaty redness and stammering. Melody couldn't have been nicer. I think she felt bad for me, because she dived into her purse and thrust a couple of not-yet-released fat quarters into our hands.
It occurs to me that I love her fabric so much that while I own quite a bit, you would never know this from my finished work. I've hardly cut into any of it! It just feels like sacrilege.
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| there has never been a better fabric than this. If my house ever burns down, my 2 hoarded yards are my first grab after immediate family members |
This is a long way of saying that when the pictures of her booth popped up from this QM, I plotzed.
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| via the long thread |
In a perfect world, this room would exist in my basement, connected to my sewing room. I would have sew-ins with my guild friends here. We would sit on that kick-ass couch, blab about blogs, and watch Ricky Timms videos while snarfing oatmeal cookies and pinot.
Melody would totally be invited.






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