I just got home from my first four-day sewing retreat. It was quite an experience! Organized by The Sewing Palace in Helena, 20 women gathered at a camp in Gold Creek, Montana. The sewing talent and alcohol consumption were both epic. Yes, there was dancing on the chairs. Yes, there was quilt-ruler limbo. Yes, there was loud music. Yes, everyone was able to stitch straight lines after a few glasses of wine!
It was a great experience for an introvert who loves being with people (like me). I loved watching the others drink and sing and dance. I loved the music.
Arriving at the camp, I saw women unloading chairs, ironing boards and crates of fabric from their Suburbans, and I had a flash-back to my days as a swim-team mom. Back then, I would pack a couple towels for each daughter, throw in a few fruit roll-ups, make sure everyone had their suits, goggles and caps, and drive to the meet feeling like a well-packed mom who thought of everything. Then I'd arrive at the meet and realize my inadequacies. The other parents would be wearing matching t-shirts, have 37 towels for each kid, a snack-bar worth of food, folding chairs, a mini-DVD player to staunch the boredom. Summer meets were the worst -- families brought tents they could stand in, coolers, hibachis, giant blankets.
I clearly learned nothing from the swim meets. I packed three projects, my sewing machine, an iron, a small cutting mat, and an entire box of graham crackers to share. The other women brought adjustable chairs, yards of fabric, yummy food, wine, wine glasses, individual cutting and ironing tables, Orphan Girl Bourbon, Bose speakers.....