incandescens | faaaaaaaaaaaaabric

Had a really excellent time at the Quilt Show in Birmingham today. The train journey either way went quite smoothly (and most of it with me asleep), and I spent from about eleven to five wandering around admiring display quilts and buying stuff from the vendors. (Or just poking through stuff on their stalls, to be honest.) It's the sort of show that makes you want to take up fabric dying, silk embroidery, braiding, cross-stitch, sashiko, and a whole load of other things as well, besides just the patchwork/quilting.

Had a nice chat with a lady while we were waiting in the queue at one of the food stands where we both confessed to each other that we didn't engage in the elegant and complex freestyle quilting that was seen on so many of the display quilts, but in fact both quilted "in the ditch" (along the seam lines) and were both quite happy with that. Very reassuring for both of us.

Also had another good conversation with another lady at one point when the subject of brainwashed quilters came up. (Metaphorically lurching around. Fabric! Faaaaabric!) It was suggested (by me) and agreed (by her) that clearly this should be a new story for Doctor Who, with quilters across the world being brainwashed to take over. Then again, this would leave quilters in charge of the world, so there would be good points . . .

Back to work tomorrow. Ah well.

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Storyteller: "Rumpletweezer ran the dinky-tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dum-dum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sold contraceptives and..."
[Shocked, he begins flipping through the book]
Storyteller: "Discipline"... "naked"... "with a melon"??"

-- "Storytime", Monty Python's Flying Circus