The day started bright and early. Well, early and dark. Like, pre-dawn. No matter – I was off to have loads of Edinburgh Excitement and my adrenaline levels were sky high. I hadn’t been this excited since childhood Christmases.
At Gatwick security, I was braced for the usual round of questions:
‘Did you make this coat yourself? Did you have any help making this coat?’
No such luck. They didn’t even question the penny weight in the hem! Not a single person asked me about my crochet, even when I brandished my rosewood hook in the cabin and started crocheting! I waited for a flight attendant to throw herself into a roll across the aisle and wrestle the offending item out of my grasp. Instead, she asked if I wanted coffee. Most disappointing.
No matter. Soon enough I was in Edinburgh. Bags unceremoniously dumped at the hotel, I ran out to meet my friends and strangers-I-already-knew-I’d-like at Frederick’s Coffee House. I pretty much flung myself into the arms of Roobeedoo, who’s been a blog friend for ages, though we’ve never met. Scruffy Badger suffered a fierce hug, also. Meanwhile, Kestrel Finds & Makes was doing a sterling job of organising us all, along with My Happy Sewing Place and Kristen Makes.
Kestrel organising House of Pinheiro
I really enjoyed meeting House of Pinheiro. At the fabric and pattern swap, she had the most hilarious way of dismissing an item with a roll of her eyes and a dismissive flick of the wrist as she tossed an item back on the table. I don’t think so, darling. I love you, House of Pinheiro! (NB Ask Scruffy Badger what patterns she took away with her – ask, ask!)
Not only did we each receive a name badge, but a darling fabric brooch that our three valiant organisers had made, working through the night no doubt by candle light:
The brooches were so pretty! Here’s me wearing mine with Scruffy Badger:
The best decision I made all day was to eschew salad for lunch in favour of carbs. We were going to be using up every last scrap of energy over the next nine hours! First up, a group photo call in Edinburgh gardens, with our valiant photographer David aka Debi’s husband aka Most Glorious Honorary Sewist:
Unfortunately for David, some of us were getting over-excited (again) taking our own snaps:
Three of the finest women to walk Edinburgh streets: Roobeedoo, Scruffy Badger and Kestrel Finds & Makes.
Look! Scruffy Badger is wearing my snood and carrying one of the bags I made and gave away at the Fabric Fandango! We’ve agreed that from now on, I’ll accessorize her for all occasions.
Group photos taken (I can’t WAIT to see the official shot), we started the serious business of shopping. We stopped by W Armstrong & Son vintage store:
Then we took in a knitting shop (drool) and three fabric stores. Buses were involved. So was walking. Highlights of the day for me:
- Lazy Stitching‘s several, ahem, wardrobe malfunctions. (Top tip – don’t wear half circle skirts in windy Scotland!)
- Admiring Roobeedoo’s cheekbones. She has bone structure to die for.
- The hilarity of the pattern swap. Uniform fashion, anyone?
- Drooling over the Miss Marple Cape Kestrel Finds & Makes was wearing. The perfect union of pattern and fabric.
- Discussions of bodice darts and things looking a bit ‘nippley’.
- Seeing a Sewist collapse on the floor, so exhausted from shopping was she!
Can’t. Shop. Any. More…
Fabric was bought – oh, yes! (More on that later.) Patterns were swapped. (More on that later.) Finally, we retired to the Voodoo Lounge. Soon enough, with food and wine in my belly, my tired limbs were aching for bed. I retired, fairly confident that the youngsters in the group were settling in for a night of fun. Ah, youth!
Now I have nothing left to do other than laze around, stroking my fabrics. I might poke my head out of the door to wander up to the castle at some point. Then I’ll wind my way home.
This has been the best organised meet-up EVAHHH!!! Thank you so, so much to our organisers. I really enjoyed seeing friends new and old, chatting to people, shopping, laughing. My one regret is that Dibs and the Machine was unable to join us because of illness. Next time, Dibs! And there will be a next time…