I continue to be amazed at the offers of help coming in from all. over. the. place with regards to donating blocks, batting, whatever I might need to get quilts made and delivered to the town of West. It’s hard to remember, what with all the dire news coming from the media, that there really are good people out there and we outnumber the scum-suckers by a huge margin. Yay, us!
Tuesday evening, I opened my email to discover a message from my blogging friend, Nurse Jessi (you can find her blog here) offering to drive from her house over two hours away to help me bind quilts or whatever else I might need done. Say what?! I was fairly convinced Nurse Jessi had pulled one too many double shifts and was delirious, but no, she assured me she was serious and fully prepared to load up and head out. I said yes.
It was about this time that it dawned on me Holy schmit, this entire house is a wreck! Did I clean the pee off the toilet seat ’cause heaven knows those men can’t hit water to save their soul? Is there toothpaste in the sink? Is the toilet paper roll on right? She’ll think I’m a hoarder if I don’t clean up the sewing area and at least ACT normal! Picture Timon from The Lion King spazzing out and this is what I looked like. The place was worthy of a Hoarders intervention. Instead, I pressed The Diva into service and we stacked, shoved and generally crammed a roomful of crap into my closet. Don’t even think of opening the door.
Anyway, back to Nurse Jessi.
Did I mention I’d never met her before? Nope, never. Wouldn’t know her if I’d passed her on the street.
My Mama has a saying: God protects idiots and children. Decide which one you are. Thanks, Ma.
I am happy to report, Nurse Jessi didn’t turn out to be one of those Craig’s List killers or a whackadoodle that’d bash me in the head and steal my stash. The fabric kind, not the pot kind. I knew she’d be alright when she came in with a box of goodies from Collin Street Bakery. I plied her with Pepsi and loaded baked potato soup. Hey, I have my domestic moments!
Between the three of us (yep, my Mama came, too..probably to make sure she wasn’t a whackadoodle Craig’s List killer), we got ten quilts bound for West. Actually, Nurse Jessi sewed rings around us. If she drives like she sews, she’s missed her calling as a NASCAR driver.
In spite of a severely flatulent dog (pizza crusts from the trash at 2a.m.), we had a great time and got so much done.
Thanks, Jessi, for all your help. It was such fun to finally meet you!