Sewing Summit has been and gone. So fast. It flew by in a blur, and I haven't even managed to unpack my swag yet. There's a whole suitcase of it (it's a carry on size, but still - that's a lot of swag).
I didn't even bother taking my real camera, because I knew for a fact I'd never use it. So all of my pics are from my phone, sorry 'bout that (I'm not really sorry, I was having too much fun to worry about photos).
The people. Whether it was finally meeting friends face to face that I have known and spoken to for the longest time or meeting new friends or seeing old friends again, it was the social side of Sewing Summit that made it for me. That usually meant it was time spent in the hotel bar, or breakfasting with a group of people or sitting on a table with people I had never met before at lunch and chatting. I like people. I like to chat. The chatting and the people will stay with me forever, they're the best kind of memories. I wanted more chatting time. Next time I think I'll skip classes and just chat - because chatting in class is not good (although I did do some of that too and spent most of Sara's zipper class giggling at the back with Mena who was completely useless at zippers and makes her own clothes - all of them WITHOUT zippers!)
I can't even begin to list all of the amazing people that made my weekend so special, if we talked, even if it was super brief, you're one of them. The smiling faces and the people that actually knew who I was and came up to say hi (because I have to admit at times I was overwhelmed and just had to stand still to breath it all in), those were the people that made the experience so precious.
I taught a class! It was awesome. So many familiar faces in the room and I even had a guy in there too - poor Michael, he was blind by the end of the class from concentrating so hard on the little stitches. I am pretty sure he came to Sewing Summit to keep his wife company, I don't think he was a sewist...but he gave it a really good go, and inevitably he got picked on a bit because he's a man and man hands and english paper piecing are kinda funny together.
(thank you to my awesome assistant and favourite person that might be a secret sister although we are kinda a funny match with me being tall and white and her being short and Asian, Audrie, that took pics...because I didn't and if I had they wouldn't be as good as hers)
I know from being part of the Fat Quarterly retreat that organising something like Sewing Summit is a heck of a lot of work and a logistical nightmare, so a huge hats off and round of applause to Erin and the team for making it run so damn smoothly. SO smoothly. They did an amazing job, and worked tirelessly to make the experience the best it could be for everyone - that's no mean feat, let me tell you.
The absolute best best best thing of all about Sewing Summit was being there with Lauli Pops. I know she's my friend at home too, but we never get to spend that much time together usually. I feel a bit lost without her now we're home. Love you Lauli xxxxx
(I pinched this pic from Lorelei, who made a whole load of us those mardi gras type beads with sewing related 'keep calm and....' tags. I didn't take mine off the whole time).
I need to unpack my loot and my gifts (so many gifts; amazing gifts from people I had never met before - I was close to tears and have been since I got home and have been checking through all my lovely stuff). The loot deserves it's own blog post because I have to thank a gazillion people.
Lowlights? It's over.
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