You're going to have to bear with me a little bit because while I was in Utah earlier this week, I didn't get around to taking many pictures. So I'm going to improvise a bit and include a few random whatevers while I tell you about my little adventure.
See captions for explanations of the randoms.
Pretty self-explanatory. Remember this the next time you think everybody at Market was working their little fingers to the bone these past few weeks.
You're wondering about the "being Louise", aren't you? There's just something about hanging out with someone named Thelma that makes me think of the movie. And just so you know, that is the only thing that made me think of the movie. We didn't rob any gas stations or shoot up any tankers, and despite encountering some "good wood", we didn't run into any cute cowboys.
Scarlett Queen. A scrap quilt made with assorted fat quarters and/or fat eighths in lights and darks. In my case, that means assorted reds and assorted lights.
While on her way to visit her daughter, Thelma of Cupcakes 'n Daisies decided to stop over in Springville to take the Wild Air and Long Tall Sally classes at The Corn Wagon Quilt Co. (Her quilts are going to be wonderful... but you're probably not surprised by that, are you?) When I knew that my Market-plans were changing, I e-mailed Thelma to make sure she knew that the classes were still on. After chatting about it, we decided to meet up at the Salt Lake City International Airport and share a car.
When Thelma e-mailed me to tell me that she had already checked out the area and (1) there was a Starbucks just a few blocks away, (2) no Panera Breads in the state of Utah, and (3) a cupcake shop within walking distance of the hotel, I knew she was the perfect travel buddy. How could we go wrong? And Thelma had a Garmin that she brought along ~ a Garmin she had already programmed with the directions to Starbucks, Corn Wagon Quilt Co. and a few other shops, and every other place we might need to be going.
Or so I thought... but more on that in a moment.
Another of my favorite Non Sequitur cartoons. And just so you know... been there, know that brick wall very well.
Back to the adventures of Thelma and Carrie... While at the airport getting our buggy, we asked the young man for a dinner recommendation. It was getting late and we were hungry... and have you ever tried to find an open restaurant in Utah on a Sunday? He directed us to The Red Iguana downtown, less than fifteen minutes from the airport. Brilliant! The food was terrific and while the place was hopping, we were seated within ten minutes. After a great dinner, we headed for Provo to settle in for the night and get ready for Monday.
After meeting up in the lobby on Monday morning and getting the car loaded, off we went to Starbucks and then to the Art Museum next to the shop for our Wild Air class. By the way, about all those little geese... they finish at 1" x 2" and yes, there are a lot of them. But they're made with Monique's amazing Fit to be Geese ruler so how bad could it be? The geese are going to be perfect, which means the blocks and the border will be straight, flat and perfect. Still... there are a lot of those little things, aren't there? When class was done, we went to the shop and... well, we shopped. It is a lovely shop and while I was too distracted to remember to take pictures, I know that someone else did take a few.
We then had dinner at a very nice restaurant, Magleby's, with Marsha and MaryAnn, and six of their closest friends and co-workers. I know... and I try to call this "work". Who am I fooling? After getting back to the hotel, Thelma and I engaged in one of the newest and most popular forms of entertainment -- Compare the iPad Apps. Thelma came out the winner any which way you look at it. She didn't have Pulse and I didn't have Moonlight Mahjong. She loves Pulse and I'm hooked on mahjong... to the point of playing it while I really ought to have been sleeping.
Tuesday's Long Tall Sally class was probably a little easier than Monday's because almost everyone went home with a couple of rows sewn together. I kept telling them that it was a "cut it out, lay it out, start to sew" kind of quilt but they didn't believe me. Nobody ever does. But they came around when the rows started coming together. And just so you know, Sally is made entirely with connector corners. It is all a matter of placement.
After class on Tuesday, Thelma and I loaded up the buggy and headed out. First up, the Sweet Tooth Fairy in Provo. Since she's the expert on these sorts of matters, I'll let Thelma handle the reviews. Let me just say ~ cute shop, very cute man behind the counter, very nice man behind the counter who provided cake-bite samples to the out-of-towners he thought were kind of funny. What can I say? Those plates were really cute and we liked them! Did he expect us to be nonchalant about that? I was also a little excited about finding one of these Coke Zero bottles as I already had one of the Coke bottles.
After leaving the Sweet Tooth, we headed to The UPS Store to ship Thelma's machine. Then to American Quilting in Orem and Quilts Etc. in Sandy. After getting to both shops before they closed, then grabbing some dinner at Cafe Zupas, we headed back to the hotel to get packed up and ready to leave on Wednesday.
Did I mention that I had been wondering all day why I hadn't received that 24-hour alert on my cellphone/e-mail about my flight on Wednesday? After getting my bag all settled, I finally went online to check in and get my boarding pass... only to find out that I had really, really goofed when buying my tickets to Salt Lake City! Instead of advancing the return date by a day or two, I had advanced it a whole month! My flight home was -- is -- on June 8th! After a frantic attempt to change the flight and a call to the airline, my ticket was changed to a Wednesday morning flight at Salt Lake City International Airport. Whew! Disaster avoided.
After a quick breakfast at Starbucks -- I like their oatmeal -- we headed off for the airport. Garmin was already programmed. It knew the way. To the Salt Lake City Municipal Airport.
Now I ask you... am I wrong in assuming that "my driver" would take me back to the same airport where we met up? I know I said that I had flown in on a "small plane" but I meant a commuter jet, not a single engine Cessna!
Just so you know, we were both laughing when we realized the mistake. Thelma got a little nervous about getting me to the right airport in time for my flight but I was laughing too hard to care. And really, we weren't more than fifteen minutes away. We had lots of time. As soon as we got the Garmin corrected and realized we would get to the right airport in plenty of time, we started discussing the finer points of being specific and making assumptions.
It really was the perfect ending for a terrific trip.
Too bad that other Thelma and Louise didn't have a Garmin.