I have decent handwriting.
And I once made festive PJ pants with Christmas tree fabric.
I never wear them because I can't tell the front from the back.
That's about as crafty as this California girl gets.
And that is how I ended up crafting in Kansas.
Strap on your craftalicious seat belts.
Here's my recap.
We were scheduled to leave SFO at 7:45 on Friday morning.
Technical difficulties kept us on the runway for over an hour.
Our layover in Houston was 50 minutes.
We missed our connecting flight and spent 12 lovely hours at George Bush International.
We charged our phones in some interesting places.
And ate 30 United voucher dollars worth of airport food.
We arrived at Meg's around 11:30 pm and were greeted by 12 new smiley faces.
Who were still furiously crafting away.
Serious biz in Wichita.
Exhausted, but not wanting to feel left out, I got my midnight ruffle on.
And started with my apron.
The women were sweet and friendly.
And didn't make fun of my uncraftiness much.
Except for Karen from Houston.
We also had some serious swag waiting at our table.
I think we finally closed our eyes around 3 am that first night.
In super comfy brand new beds.
With happy vintage quilts.
Dreaming of ruffles and bunting and lemon fabric.
Definitely delirious from our day of travel.
We were up early the next morning.
Kimberlee prepared a lovely breakfast with fantastic cinnamon rolls.
Bloggers are fun people.
We packed up the caravan and headed to an antique store and barn.
And I'll just be honest, old stuff is not my favorite.
But when in Rome...
You buy hand-painted orange-shaped ceramic California salt and pepper shakers for $5.
And a Girl Scout pocket guide for Kayla from 1947.
My house already smells weird.
Also, Kansas is windy.
Quick stop at Sonic for lunch and back to our ruffles.
We also made bunting.
And painted on canvas.
And decorated totes.
We stopped only to eat.
Yummy enchiladas ala Kimberlee.
Peanut butter cake with chocolate ganache.
Which I didn't enjoy as much as I should have because I was stressing about my inability to rethread a sewing machine.
Which is now on MY bucket list.
Chicago Jenny, sensing my troubles, came to the rescue.
With a screwdriver.
We crafted into the wee hours of the night.
And shared stories.
And laughed some more.
We loved our Read Roomies: the very literate/no-blog 2 Karens and a Tara.
I enjoyed meeting Jade.
And chatting with Ashley Ann about their pending adoption.
We shared technical skills.
Converted a few to Instagram.
My work there was done.
Overall, such a wonderful time and happy memories.
And a much-needed break for this busy mama.
Thanks, Meg, for letting crazies invade your home.
It was lovely.
Thank you, Kimberlee for the food and desserts.
It was all so delicious.
Thank you, new friends for a whirlwind, craftabulous weekend.
I loved every ruffly second.