My Second Blogger Meetup

Hey everyone! I’m not sure about you, but I could have used another day on my weekend…

Over the weekend, I had the chance to meet up with Ms. Meg the Grand and take her sewing-social-class on ‘How to make a Sachet’.

Meg opened up her wonderful apartment on the 55th floor (that overlooks Lake Michigan as well as the city skyline) to teach myself and 6 other ladies how to hand sew a sachet.

The project was easy, but it afforded me time to practice my hand stitching and sewing straight lines along with time to visit with the other gals.

Supplies:

The first question I asked was… where did Meg get all of these scissors?!

Upon entering her lovely abode, I was tackled like a line backer with a hug from Meg and welcomed inside. She and her lovely boyfriend Rob certainly know how to make guests feel welcome. I was given a mimosa and a spot at the counter, which was an excellent spot to watch Meg poach some pears for yummy salad. I also watched as Rob put the finishing touches on his Banana Tiramisu and bake up some mini cinnamon rolls.

The food and drinks never stopped coming until I left their place. I had bites of cinnamon rolls, popcorn, tasty onion dip, poached pear salad, banana tiramisu, candied bacon bites, a baked ham-egg cup concoction, and mimosas. (I fully know I may be missing something too!)

Sorry for the poor image quality on this one…. But it was too good not to share. Meg being her usual, fun self taking a helping of her poached pear salad.

Time flew and before you knew it people were starting to leave and celebrate Cinco de Mayo (we lost 2 by the time we took a group picture):

This is how much Meg has to bend down to reach the zilredloh-height. heh

All in all, I had a great time sewing with the group. I had a few slight moments of shyness, but with so many people and lots of food & alcohol the fun outweighed any relapses of introversion that I had.

I forgot to mention… Once I was done with my sachet, Meg came over with a GIANT box of all of her vintage sewing patterns. She kept telling me to take what I wanted… which I couldn’t. Instead I had to borrow a few so I can trace and give back to her. Holding some of her patterns hostage is a wonderful excuse to visit with her again, don’t you think?! *Insert evil-happy laughter here.*