It’s not what you think. There are no airports, we don’t work for the government and we’re not unionized. No, way more fun than that. We’re the Tuesday Sewing Association.
Three years ago, my friend Jo-Anne and I discussed forming a small group of quilters who would meet monthly to sew, visit and share projects. We attempted to do it a couple of times, but teens, aging parents and life seemed to get in the way. Three years later, some of those life forces have eased, and yesterday, on a beautiful fall day,
we had our first gathering—ten of us—and it was a LOT of fun.
Jo-Anne named our group the Tuesday Sewing Association, which will meet the second Tuesday of the month. With meetings already scheduled for the rest of the year and on everyone’s calendar, we hope to gain the traction necessary to make it a regular occurrence.
Working her magic, Jo-Anne transformed her lovely home into a high end quilt shop classroom: the kitchen island became a cutting table, two side counters were ironing stations, with the kitchen table and portable tables set up in her living room for sewing machines, complete with plenty of folding chairs, extension cords, power strips and cute little painted buckets for tossing scraps and stray threads.
Two in the group finished three pillowcases, but for the rest of us, the day consisted mostly of talking, getting to know new people, checking out projects, and yes, even some gossip. Hey, we’re women; it’s what we do. Sometimes. A little bit.
Annlee’s roasted butternut squash soup was a hit at lunchtime, and everything else just easily fell into place. Yours truly sewed a grand total of five seams, but it wasn’t entirely about the sewing, if you know what I mean.
It was great spending the day at Jo-Anne’s house where we could forget about kids, elderly parents and obligations for a few hours and just enjoy quilting and connecting with others.