A Peculiar Meeting with a Quilter

It was a dark and rainy day yesterday. I met someone that I’ve only known from reading her blog. She happened to be visiting in our area and we met at my favorite local quilting store. The store wasn’t in its regular location but had mysteriously moved to a mall set on rolling hills. She looked much more stern and grouchy than I’d imagined her from her blog postings. We wandered around in the store together and she turned up her nose at most of the fabric on display. She said, “I hate this stuff. There isn’t any decent fabric here.”

At this point, I noticed that I was wearing my pink bathrobe. I told my quilter “friend” that we could go to another store nearby which carried stuff that I didn’t like, so it was sure to please her. I left to go get my car and slipped down the leaf strewn wet sidewalk. When I looked at my feet I realized that I was wearing pink flip flops with huge pink plastic flowers decorating the straps.

I brought the car back to the trendy coffee place next door to the quilt shop. She was sitting outside in the mist and sipping a huge foamy mug of something. “Let’s get going,” I said in a loud voice.

“Wake up, wake up,” said my DH. “We have to get the house picked up before the cleaning ladies arrive.”

I don’t own any flip flops, pink or any other color. Dreams are peculiar.