OK, true confession time. I am ashamed to admit I went to a quilt show and bought nothing. I can't believe it either. I will post later in the week about the show itself; right now I am trying to figure out if I have lost all my quilting cred.
When I first entered the show this was my view. Vendors, vendors everywhere - as far as the eye could see. I had cash with me and credit cards.
I also had my camera with me and I wanted to get pictures of the quilts while I still had fresh legs. In my younger days, heck, I did the March of Dimes walk of 20+ miles while pushing a stroller. Now, comfort shoes and a look out for benches after an hour.
After drooling and photographing and drooling some more I finished looking at all the quilts. I was very happy. I was on a bit of a quilt high.
I was now at the opposite end of the shopping. I used the restroom and walked through the booths and bought zero items. I only spent money on admission.
Why? Have I lost my edge? Have I gone over the edge? Let's examine my justifications.
I had many of the items. I had bought that "wonder"iron and had it poop out on me. I have a pair of those shoes and use them for slippers. That trembling pillow doesn't really do anything.
My sewing room is pretty darn full. I am giving away bags of fabrics and scraps to Z's preschool. I have projects lined up for years.
I was feeling frugal? Pfft, why now and never before?
I had just bought a ton of cool fabrics. This is true, I had gotten such fabulous swaths of gorgeous fabrics in Arizona and I ordered a box of Cub fabrics online.
I was hungry. OK, now we are making some progress. It had taken over an hour to get to the show, I wanted to have time to eat and get to the second one.
I ended up calling my husband and he picked me up. We went to a favorite restaurant and had a relaxing meal that we thoroughly enjoyed. It was so late we decided it was Linner and had dessert even!
We were back in the car when I realized the show in Wheaton ended at 4:00, not 5:00. It was 3:25 and we were about a half an hour away. Oops!
So I came home with cash, untouched credit cards and no bags to haul up. Cliff was as shocked as I was. We didn't know what to make of it.
Maybe I was temporarily taken over by Aliens? Perhaps I was ill? I had had coffee, that's not it.
I feel I owe an apology to all the vendors. I was off my game, what can I say?
I promise it won't happen again.
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