Saturday, January 27, 2007

No, Faye, You're Not Crazy Yet

My sister-in-law and I worked all day making Elvis tote bags for our trip to the Elvis Festival in Collingwood in July. Five of us ladies went last July and had the time of our lives so we're going again this summer. Faye had found fabric at Walmart that had a complete Elvis tote bag on it (in pieces). We carted all of our equipment, including sewing machine, over to the clubhouse at 10 A.M. and began our mission.

We argued over the directions and Faye was right. We argued over the placement of the straps and Faye was right. We argued over the size of the seam binding and Faye was right. Then Faye said she'd lost one of the straps and we searched high and low for it. We searched the floor, the tables, the garbage, her trailer, and came up with nothing. She feared she might have thrown it in the trash a few days earlier with some scraps. At 3 P.M. we decided to close up shop till tomorrow when we weren't so tired. We had 2 bags almost done.

I drove to Walmart to buy some more of this wonderful fabric thinking I could make an Elvis tote bag for my sister and a few more Elvis fans. As the sales lady was showing me that there was only 3 full patterns in the fabric left, I noticed that at the end of the piece was one lone extra strap. Apparently, when Faye bought her fabric yesterday, the sales lady had cut the piece incorrectly and shorted her the one strap. I bought the whole thing and raced home to tell Faye she still had most of her marbles...and that she'd been WRONG about losing a strap.

If anyone is going to Collingwood for the Elvis Festival in July, look for 5 old gals with the cutest matching Elvis tote bags. It will be us!

3 comments:

Kim said...

heavy, heavy sigh!!!!!!

patsyrose said...

Seniors love it when their children are shocked, astonished, or dismayed by their actions. Consider yourself fortunate that I'm not chasing after Alice Cooper.

bluebird of paradise said...

i sure wish i could go to the elvis festival. one of my friends is a judge. he used to be a real judge.when is it?