If you've never met up with other bloggers here's a funny thing that happens. You introduce everyone by their real name followed by their blog. So we had Jennifer "Sweetpea," Jenna "Shooting Star" or as we found out "Pole Star" (more porn later), Lee "Lake Stitcher" and Rachel--or as I always think of her Ruthrachel--"Willing Hands." Oh, also Terry came along and even though I tried to banish the boys to the study, they wanted to talk sex and politics with the womenfolk. We had a pleasant tea party with egg salad, cucumber, and devilled ham sandwiches; pumpkin bread with cream cheese, scones, and cupcakes. Some people actually stitched. I blabbed and blabbed which is a side effect of being socially retarded.
Rachel brought me a little gift--the bag matched my outfit and my bedroom (what? you don't dress to match your bedroom?). She made me open it. (This led to a little story about opening presents in public, which I find to be one of life's humiliations. Only because I never know what I might say.) I'm glad I did because it was lovely and lovely things should be shown off to those who will appreciate them. (See below*.) Lee brought me some cute and cheerful fabric and as soon as my Christmas stitching is done I know exactly what I am going to do with it. Thanks, gals! Those other ones brought nothing, but really, what can you expect? (Their company was pleasure enough.)
Sampler Girl
Tea with Jane
Stitched by Ruth for me.
Fabrics from Lee.
Look for them again in the near future.
I did work on the mermaid for about 30 stitches but I was talking too much and miscounting.
When we said goodbye, the dude and I jumped in the car for Sunday dinner at my cousin's. During dessert, with the kids out of the way, we scripted a porn movie. Because that's just what you do at Sunday dinner. It all started with me telling my sister she could have more icing by sucking it out of the pastry bag. It led down a predictable path. Or maybe not so predictable. But this is a family blog. Anything more of this talk would be unAmerican.
*Not photographed the matching tin of tea. Matching. I'm going to have to keep it in the bedroom.
14 comments:
Sounds fun! I never know what might come out of my mouth either. Or usually, later I think of what I should have said!
OMG I had a blast reading this post. What fun you had with other bloggers.
Oh Anna you would have fit right in with some of us at the Pals Fall Fling ... there was lots of sleeping around, groping and I won a contest that crowned me the queen of suck and spit! lol .. and it was such an innocent game .. moving smarties to a cup with a straw, hence the suck the smartie with the straw and sip/drop the smartie in the cup! lol
Sounds like you had a wonderful afternoon with the girls :) Hope you do it again!
Sounds like you had a GREAT time!
Yes, it can be fun to meet internet friends IRL.
Sounds like you had a great time!
I'm really bummed I couldn't make it. I'm glad everyone had fun.
Its wonderful to get together with stitching friends,and fellow bloggers too. No pictures???
The conversation at your tea party sounds much more lively than that at camp. I'm sorry I missed it.
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I do actually dress to match my bedroom. It's painted in neutrals, and has stuff thrown everywhere, like it exploded out of a box, or from another dimension or something. And that pretty much sums up how I dress. LOL.
Seriously, it sounds like such a GREAT time. I want to come next time. I'll bring presents. ;)
It was SUCH a lovely time and your scones were so yummy. I should say for the benefit of other readers that your house is adorable!! Thank you so much for opening your home and hosting us, I really loved getting to meet you and everyone else. Hope we do it again really soon.
Isn't that the sweetest? Sounds like a great time and I am jealous that you got to meet all these sweet ladies! :)
Sounds like you all had a wonderful time. I'm hoping our stitchy day will be the same on Sunday!
I too have the same social disorder where you never know what I'll say. I was far worse when I was younger, but I've learned to contain it now. Mostly. I fear for my very reserved husband as I get older though.
Wish I could have been there - it sounds lovely!
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