|Purple bowling lady PJs and matching socks|
Sandra and I were on the road at 5 a.m. -- dressed in our loveliest PJs -- for a Sunrise Sale at Country Concessions in Cookstown. It is 45 minutes north of us and we expected clear sailing at that hour. Not so. There was traffic. But we plowed onward towards a sale offering 40 per cent off all regular priced fabric cut from the bolt.
There I was, snaking through our neighbourhood -- not another soul in sight. I parked in Sandra's driveway and quickly killed the car lights. (I feared Neighbourhood Watch would be onto me, and then I would have to explain to the nice police officer why I was wearing PJs and claimed to be going to a quilt sale.)
|Had to have 'em|
Earlier in the week, when I suggested we go, Sandra managed to talk herself out -- and then back in -- to the sale in the space of three lines in an e-mail. Fair play to her, she really got into the spirit of the dawn. We laughed at ourselves all the way to the store, where we joined about 20 other ladies, most PJ clad, on the front porch. It had started to rain and we were still laughing. Inside the store, it was surreal, as we scanned the rows and rows of pretty bolts -- arranged both by theme and colour families.
I picked out seven fabrics I just had to own. Sandra scored some prints for specific projects, as well as radish fabric. Many others had to have help stacking multiple bolts at the cutting tables. We saw one lady with about a dozen bolts of flannel for rag quilts. The whole sale was wild.
While I was there, I found some quilting gloves to help me when I come to grips with the free motion quilting on Berni. I also bought some Japanese handles for my new bag, since I have come to the conclusion that I like them better than fabric ones.
We left for home while it was still dark, and I admit, I went back to bed -- until 11:45.
Mr. D. teased me for the rest of the day about getting up at 4 a.m. to feed my little fabric addiction. I showed him my receipt outlining my savings. He muttered something about it isn't savings if you don't need it. I see the logic, but logic has nothing to do with. The sign in the quilt shop says it best: "Stash away, stash away, stash away all..."