Yesterday’s meet-up was glorious. After the Longest Winter In Living Memory, the heavens decided to finally be kind to us. It’s like someone knew 40+ bloggers and sewists were congregating in London, coming from as far away as Australia, Italy – even Lancashire!
I was delighted to meet Sew Busy Lizzie, who gave me sage advice when I was thinking about getting a dog. She brought me a Penguin Classic, an Australian children’s novel! Bless her.
We had coffee in the V&A cafe:
Then we poked our lily white limbs out into the sunshine, blinking like moles, smiling uncertainly. When would the clouds arrive and the rain begin? Not once, it turned out. Never all day.
Rachel, our organiser, of House of Pinheiro was magnificent. Statuesque – check. Able to flirt magnificently with cocktail waiters – check. These things I already knew about her. I thought I understood Rachel. Wrong! It turns out she is also the unflappable queen of organisation with a cool head and a warm heart. The day went without a hitch. All 40+ (or is it 50+?) people had to do was turn up and have fun. She even organised for a photographer to come and record the event for posterity! (I can’t WAIT to see the photos.) She made this happen on an entirely voluntary basis. Thank you so much, Rachel.
She shepherded us all on the public transport system over to Goldhawk Road. At this point, I peeled off on a solitary hunt for fabric, head down, nose to the ground, following the scent of summer sewing. Goldhawk Road didn’t let me down. Do you think I had a colour scheme in mind? Funny, I went with no firm ideas and didn’t join up the dots of my purchases until I saw them all together.
Favourite moment of the day was emerging from a Costa coffee bathroom to be greeted by two women pointing at me and bursting into gales of laughter. Was my skirt tucked in my knickers? Toilet paper stuck to my heel? No, they were other sewing bloggers who just happened to be in Goldhawk Road and recognised me off my blog. Hello, ladies!
Because that was the nature of the day, our new friends joined us for lunch in a Lebanese restaurant. I mean, if the restaurant owner could accommodate all of us, what difference did another couple of bums on seats make?
Too soon, it was time for me to scurry home to Ella, leaving the others to a fabric swap that scares me to even think about. I’d seen several people wheeling suitcases. As I walked Ella in the sunshine I listened to Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen. I grinned inanely at anyone foolish enough to make eye contact. I even waved at a stranger across the street! Oh dear, Karen. Time to go and lie down on the sofa.
If you’re reading this and feel sad that you couldn’t be in London, please don’t. Listen to Everybody’s Free To Wear Sunscreen right now. Go on, click on the link below and skip the ad. Those lyrics were surely written for Sewists to listen to. We’re all listening together, right now. You didn’t miss out at all…