I am a quilter - a retired widow living in the Nebraska Panhandle. I am surrounded by beautiful semi-arid ranch country, and treeless hills and fields under incredibly wide blue skies, located far from the upheaval found often in large towns or cities. I am blessed to have delicious time to quilt and to appreciate my peaceful moments in an unpeaceful world.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Quilt Police
Despite my best efforts, I cannot figure why my OWN photos will not co-operate. You're going to have to use your imagination. This gal on the left looks a lot better than my subject matter.
During the recent Convention I attended, the QUILT POLICE actually showed up! Yes, one, at least, does in fact, really exist!
She showed up, black shirt, with words Quilt Police across the shoulders, black slacks, and black boots. (There was the scrap of fabric stuck to her boot ala toilet paper!) huh??? She looked and talked stern!
She had official-looking emblems on her shoulders and front pocket.
She had threads on her shirt -- she might be a part-time quilter? She wore a jewelers headpiece so she could see quilts really close up. She wore one white glove.
She wore a whistle around her neck, a quilters ruler in her front pocket, and a long tape measure dragged along behind her. She carried a clipboard, labeled "Property of Quilt Police" and was writing tickets for infractions of ??? Payment was probably in FQs, but then I didn't get any citations!
She wore a real leather belt and holster, but in her holster, she had a giant magnifying glass, and she could whip it out like a gun, check quilts close up, flip it in the air, and catch it! She had a flashlight on that belt for closeup inspections! And she carried a large T-square to check quilt corners, but if you didn't pay attention to her, she thunked you on the butt!
Some participants of the Convention were very serious and cooperated fully, some ran the other way when they saw this Quilt Police coming their way, some laughed and went along with the guise, and one lady, shrunk in horror and FEAR when the Quilt Police ordered her to "come with me", and she responded "No, I can't go with you", until she realized the Quilt Police was guiding her to Freebies!
So, all of you, do your best work on your quilts, because the Quilt Police DO exist, at least out here in Western Nebraska!
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What was the proportion of those who laughed to those who took it seriously? I'm afraid I would have been laughing until the tears came!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. I hope she stays there in Nebraska. Can't you loose her in a few corn feilds?
ReplyDeleteI was all ready to get angry and upset that someone dared say anything disparaging about OUR ELAINE!!! then I laughed. hahahahahaha Crisis averted! :)
ReplyDeleteI would have laughed along as well.
dawn
Haha!!! Love it! I bet she had such a really great time in this role.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story! I loved it! Hee hee!
ReplyDeleteI'd be one of those who turn and run! Lol.
ReplyDeleteOMG TOO FUNNY!
ReplyDeleteHilarious!
ReplyDeleteOh Elaine... thanks for the chuckle. How funny!
ReplyDeleteElaine that is the funniest story. I absolutely hooted with laughter. I'm always afraid of the unofficial quilt police but this one sounds like a fun spoof. I have to tell my quilt group about this.
ReplyDeleteHow funny! What a great addition to Convention life.
ReplyDeleteOh, what fun! Janet
ReplyDeleteWhat a hoot! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI would have loved to have seen that! We all need a little humor in our lives and I admire people who can bring a laugh to other people's faces! I'm afraid I'm all too serious.
ReplyDeleteThat is the funniest story..You told it so well I could envision all that going on. Hilarious!!
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