A fun little quilt shop

Hi, all.  I'm in a resort town in Indiana.  I wish I could say more good things about it, but it's hard to stay in a hotel you can't afford to eat at.  There is no food that is within my per diem, so I've had to walk to town for my meals.  Not so bad.  Except it's really pissing me off because all the hotels we'll stay in this week are the same way.  Clearly, my company has lost all perspective when fancy meeting hotels are better than giving their employees a raise.  And, don't think I don't resent it.

But, nothing I can do about that. 

On the way here yesterday, I stopped in a very fun quilt shop in Louisville, KY.  When I was on my long layover in Dallas, I scoped out the quilt shops in the area, and while there were two on my route to Indiana, they were both closed on Monday.  But, I found a shop in Louisville that was very nice and not too far out of the way, and I decided to stop there.  I'd show you a picture, but Google sucks... well, Google sucks if you refuse to let them take over your life.  I'm sure if I'd just surrender to the corporate giant, things would go smoother.  But, forget that!

Life is more fun as a rebel.

The quilt shot was called Among Friends.  And, this morning, when I looked at the business card, I saw that it is owned by Jon Lehman.  I tried to check whether he is related to Libby, but couldn't find anything in a quick search. 

Anyway, it was a big shop in a strip center.  Tons of fabric to touch and lots of supplies and patterns.  Before I knew it, I'd spent more than I intended and had to unzip that extra pouch that allows my luggage to expand.  I might have to have my boss ship some clothes home to me.   Not my fabric.  I'll want that soon as I get home.  But, I could let her take a box of clothes home and ship them. 

If I gave the owner any feedback, it would be that there was too much MODA.  I mean, y'all, too much of it looked the same.  But, I still found things I liked... and only one came from MODA.

Anyway, all is well here.  I did a little quilting in the Dallas airport yesterday, working on that black pre-printed whole cloth.  I hope I didn't make a mistake using dark gray thread to quilt it.  But, I'm too far along to change that decision now.  I wanted to knit on the airplane, but I was in one of American's new planes, and literally, there was no room to knit, and if you're a knitter making socks, you know that doesn't take up much room.  The fat ass in front of me dropped his seat back and my tray table hit me in the chest, causing me to "Umph!" real loud.  He didn't care, so I spent the next two hours kicking the back of his seat in time to the music I was listening to.  Because of the changing beats, there was no predictability to my kicking, so I know I annoyed hell out of him until he sat back up.

(Insert victory lap here.)

And, if you're in front of me, and lean back, expect the same if we're on a plane with too many seats. 

And, the lack of room is just another reason I don't fly American unless forced to do so.  That, and they have really, incredibly bad customer service.

Corporate America seems to actually enjoy running off their business. 

And, I'm fine with that.  Shop local!  Shop small!

Everybody have a great day.  I know there's lots of negativity in this post.  You know I'm not normally like that.  But, I can't help it today.  Maybe things will get better.  And, if not, I'll be home at the end of the week.  Even if I have to walk there.

See ya'.  Have a great Tuesday.  Somebody tell me how much fun they're having at their sewing machine, please.  I already miss my machines.

Lane