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.)
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.