In my extreme unorganization, I finally managed to break down into a full-blown panic attack yesterday afternoon.
I had just pulled a quilt off the longarm, and was preparing to load the next one, when I realized I needed a particular type of batting. A type I didn’t think I had on hand.
My friend, Cindy, was here visiting, and after she watched me ransack my house and come up empty handed, she asks again, “Are you sure?”
Me: “Um, look at this mess! How can I possibly be sure?” Then we both laughed . . .
But it wasn’t funny. It was Saturday afternoon, everything would be closing soon, and I still had lots of weekend work to do.
So I called up Sew Sweet Quilt Shop and talked to Linda. Yes, they have some. OK, I might go get it. But it’s so far away from me, by the time I get ready and drive down there, they’ll be closed.
Hmm . . . what to do?
Oh, wait! Norma! Norma is there sewing at the church just around the corner. She’s my neighbor. I’ll just see if she’ll bring it home with her and I can get it from her. I ring up Norma . . .
“No. I just left. I had to leave early to go to a birthday party. But Michelle is still there. If she’ll bring it home with her, I can stop by her house on my way back through and get it from her.”
I ring up Michelle. “Sure! I can do that, but I don’t know what time I’ll be leaving. I’ll check back with Norma.” And the relay begins . . .
But this just goes to show you what great friends I have, and the lengths to which they will go to help me pull the fat out of the fire . . .
I call Jeannette at the shop, and tell her that Michelle will pick up the batting for me.
She says: “I will have it ready. And I won’t make her pay. I’ll just make you a ticket and you can pay the next time you’re in.”
Fab. You. Luss. Quilt Shop. I love them!
Michelle and Barbara go to the shop, and Michelle gets the batting.
Norma calls Michelle when she’s on her way back, but Michelle and Barbara are still at the church sewing.
Rather than make Norma wait, Barbara enlists the help of her blissfully unaware husband, Rodney.
Rodney comes to the church, picks up the batting from Barbara and Michelle, and runs it to the next town over.
Norma comes an extra town over to pick up the batting from Rodney, and just takes a different route home.
She calls to tell me she’s on her way.
My Cowboy answers the phone. “It’s OK. We decided we don’t want it.” Joker!
As punishment, I made him ride along with me down to Norma’s house to pick it up from her.
And I got the batting before the day was through!
See what great friends I have!?
And our little text chat group had the messages and jokes just flying to go over the story of the Great Quilt Batting Relay.
As I thank them and apologize for imposing on them all, they all say: “No problem! It was fun and makes good memories! We all understand a quilting emergency.” And I’m sure glad they do!
And while I’m still not sure poor Rodney even knows what happened, he sure was a champ to just play along!