You’ll probably be seeing this picture on a lot of sewing blogs. It’s a lovely souvenir of the massive meet-up that Rachel organised this weekend.
Actully, meet-up is too small a word to accurately encapsulate the day. It was a stitching summit, a meeting of minds, the SXSW of sewing blogs. It was epic. The sun came out just for us.
Rachel is an amazing force of nature. I have put together work conferences this size and I know what an immense pain it is trying to wrangle everyone. She made it seem easy, bringing along a photographer (who took most of these great photos), getting goodie bags for everyone, herding us onto the tube, and shepherding us all along for a absolutely delicious Lebanese meal.
I spent the whole day chatting, meeting new people, and laughing my head off, as you can see in this photo.
I did have a small crisis about what to wear. I couldn’t decide how cold it was going to be, so in the end I wore my blue pencil skirt (I’ve removed the pockets from this and it hangs a lot better) and my trusty old leopard print top.
My boyfriend told me not to wear heels as I’d be ‘the tallest person there’ but he was totally WRONG. Ha! It was awesome to catch up with fellow tall ladies like Shivani and Rachel, and meet new ones too.
I reckon if you’re tall you basically have to learn to sew, or resign yourself to shopping at Long Tall Sally and/or never wearing skirts that finish below the knee.
Chatting to everyone was impossible with nearly 50 bloggers there, but I gave it a good go anyway. It was awesome meeting the incredibly glamorous Nicole Needles, Katy of Sleek Silhouette in her McCalls 6503 dress (twinsies), super-talented Sally from Charity Shop Chic, and so many more lovely women. It doesn’t seem statistically likely that out of 50 people, everyone was nice, but somehow we beat the odds.
I was pretty good in the shopping stakes, only spending £6 on some emerald green cotton for a skirt. For some reason I took a picture of this joker fabric, I think because it was hideous, although now I’m looking at it I can see it as a tastelessly brilliant jacket lining…
This is what we all looked like at lunch. Truly you haven’t lived until you’ve heard the sound of 50 sewing bloggers all talking simultaneously in a Lebanese restaurant.
I got home exhausted, hoarse, inspired to sew more, and totally exhilarated. It was the best day I’ve had in ages. I have a nagging fear that even my nuptials in July won’t live up to it (there will definitely be less sewing chat on my wedding day).