Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Fat Quarterly Retreat
Just to warn you, I don't have any photographic evidence of the following event, you just have to take my word for it that it happened. K?
For me, the weekend kicked off on Friday morning when I trained it up to London, then Gatwick in the afternoon to pick up two of my fellow Bees. Firstly Sarah came through the golden gates, followed by Judith a little while later. We all headed to the hotel, where suitcases were dumped, by that time it was time to eat, and we went in search of the restaurant we were instructed to get our butts to by a fellow Bee-er. On our way we hollered to Lynne and Mandy poor shy things that they were. We were soon accosted by the fast talking Susan and fast talking but different accent Katy. Poor Judith nearly ran the other way! That Susan is overwhelming, especially if you're shy and retiring like Jude, Sarah and I.
Off we trotted to dinner where we met up with fellow Bees and Bloggers. Don't ask me who everyone was, because my mind started thinking everyone who walked through the door of that restaurant was a new bloggy friend and here for the FQR. Including the waitress who looked after our table. Poor thing, she didn't know what hit her! After scoffing down my yummy pizza, with my hands, next to the elegant and refined Judith, Sarah & Cindy who all ate their pizzas with knives and forks (I mean, who does that except the Queen? And as it was Jubilee weekend, she would have relaxed the etiquette a bit) we headed out to Tikki for some to buy fabrics, and others to stroke fabrics. Don't even ask me how a few of us got lost, because I haven't a clue. Prolly we were talking way too much to notice which direction the shop was in. That Trudi I blame her. Sheesh!
That Tikki, what a place! Like a candy store for quilters. All your favourite fabrics, bright and cherry, singing at you from their shelves, all ready to slip in your bag to join the mountains of fabrics you may already have. Well I don't, but others have mountains of fabric, I only have hills of fabric.
After Pimms were drunk and fabrics were purchased we headed back to the Hotel. Tube for some, and cab for those that didn't fancy getting lost again. Drinks were had in the lobby, where we were the quietest bunch by a slingshot.
I headed back to my humble abode courtesy of South East Rail, arriving through the door at 12.30am and remembering I still had one swappy gift to make. I like to live on the edge, did I tell you that? Gift was soon made, and off to bed, but not before packing my bags for the weekend.
I know, I should have packed much earlier than that, but I'd only just unpacked from a jolly jaunt LA a few days before. Why pack for a weekend that's happening after a week long trip? Living life on the edge here remember?!
Another post tomorrow, with real photos, promise.
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