So Saturday was National Quilting Day and two of my fav stores were having a sale. Naturally they're packed.
I'm waiting in line with my fabricy goodness and behind me are two older ladies - friends, that are shopping together.
One of them is trying to find that perfect shade of teal and keeps the shop owner's 90 year old mother pulling all the teals out and bringing them to her for her to pick over. Instead of...you know, doing it yourself. I honestly feel embarassed for her, because these are some really nice fabric ladies and I'd never dream of taking advantage.
Her friend is an older lady who seems to have problems controlling the volume of her voice and as I'd later find out - something huge and spiky jammed up her butt. She was complaining loudly that her terrible ex-husband had asked her to make a quilt for him and now she was "forced" to go shopping for fabrics.
It's now my turn to have fabric cut/check out and I have a running joke at this store that I never am commisioned to make a "normal" quilt. I always get huge appliques or sci-fi/ nature stuff. I jokingly help up my 2 photos that I'm matching fabrics to. (A picture of a mother elephant with her calf, and a lion king picture)
And then from behind me there's a screech. It's cranky lady.
CL (cranky lady): You know it's not going to look exactly like the photo!
Me: No it will look like a quilted version of the photo.
CL: I hope you're not freehanding that! It's just too hard!
Me: I freehanded a phoenix out of batiks and it turned out awesome.
CL: Yeah but no one could draw an elephant! It's just too hard!
By this point the whole store is listening in. Her screech was the kind that made your teeth hurt. I had already had a bad day - spent most the morning crying. I took a breath, pulled a pen from my purse, flipped my paper over and drew an elephant.
Me: Ma'am, I've been drawing since I was 3, studying biology since I was 8 and quilting since I was 19. I think I know how to draw an elephant.
As I was walking out of the store with my bag o'awesome fabrics, I heard Crazy lady screech : I wish I could see the quilts when she's finished!
Jeez lady - just because *you* can't do it, doesn't mean *no one* can!
I'm waiting in line with my fabricy goodness and behind me are two older ladies - friends, that are shopping together.
One of them is trying to find that perfect shade of teal and keeps the shop owner's 90 year old mother pulling all the teals out and bringing them to her for her to pick over. Instead of...you know, doing it yourself. I honestly feel embarassed for her, because these are some really nice fabric ladies and I'd never dream of taking advantage.
Her friend is an older lady who seems to have problems controlling the volume of her voice and as I'd later find out - something huge and spiky jammed up her butt. She was complaining loudly that her terrible ex-husband had asked her to make a quilt for him and now she was "forced" to go shopping for fabrics.
It's now my turn to have fabric cut/check out and I have a running joke at this store that I never am commisioned to make a "normal" quilt. I always get huge appliques or sci-fi/ nature stuff. I jokingly help up my 2 photos that I'm matching fabrics to. (A picture of a mother elephant with her calf, and a lion king picture)
And then from behind me there's a screech. It's cranky lady.
CL (cranky lady): You know it's not going to look exactly like the photo!
Me: No it will look like a quilted version of the photo.
CL: I hope you're not freehanding that! It's just too hard!
Me: I freehanded a phoenix out of batiks and it turned out awesome.
CL: Yeah but no one could draw an elephant! It's just too hard!
By this point the whole store is listening in. Her screech was the kind that made your teeth hurt. I had already had a bad day - spent most the morning crying. I took a breath, pulled a pen from my purse, flipped my paper over and drew an elephant.
Me: Ma'am, I've been drawing since I was 3, studying biology since I was 8 and quilting since I was 19. I think I know how to draw an elephant.
As I was walking out of the store with my bag o'awesome fabrics, I heard Crazy lady screech : I wish I could see the quilts when she's finished!
Jeez lady - just because *you* can't do it, doesn't mean *no one* can!
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