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Freezer Paper

I happened upon this yesterday and with perfect timing.

The Train To Crazy: Using Freezer Paper to cut out patterns {a tutorial}.

With Christmas coming, and my unemployment coming in less than 3 weeks, I’ve been thinking about what I can do to make a homemade xmas again this year.

Last year I made the wonderful Wee Wonderfuls dolls for my daughter and the cousins.  This year, the 5 yo girl cousin is in need of some clothes for that doll, and her Groovy Girls and maybe something coming from Santa that is about 18″ tall (wink), and I’ve got plenty of interesting fabric so I know I can make a nice good bunch of outfits.  Maybe matching for all three dolls?

Anyway, I’ve got one sewing pattern already, and was thinking about it over the weekend.  Last night I saw Andrea’s posting in my google reader and thought, “hmm, interesting idea, but I never use patterns”.  Um.  Yeah.

So, I had a good night’s sleep last night, La La didn’t wake up before the alarm, which is always a good thing, so I guess my brain was able to make the connection that I missed when reading it last night.

I got the little lamp out of La La’s room and took the shade off and placed it under the coffee table. I opened up the pattern and got out my roll of freezer paper and a pen that I like and started tracing.

And quickly realized this was not going to work for me.   I was not comfortable all hunched over, there was too much detail on the pattern piece and I haven’t used a commercial pattern in so long, I wasn’t sure what was important.   But then I had an idea!

I’m a gadget girl, so I’ll use my gadgets!  I cut up my freezer paper into 8-1/2 x 11″ sheets, took the curl out with an iron, and then photocopied the pattern pieces onto the freezer paper.


Don’t you love the internet??


My husband woke me from the weirdest dream this morning, so I just had to share:
I was in the family room of my mother’s house [1]. I was sitting with a friend on the couch and heard some noise outside. We both look out the window (one each) and see a creature that looked like it had the body of a moose, the color and humps of a camel, and the head of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It also had a pair of arms above the forelegs, that were lying along the sides of the humps, but could be raised as needed. There appeared to be some moss on the back and arms of the creature.
He was gnashing at a nest[2] in a tree on the lawn. The tree was completely non-suburban New Hampshire stock, and the nest was made of those palm fronds that look like a accordion fan. Totally not the right kind of vegetation for the area.
In the tree, which is now big enough to hold a person, is Annette O’Toole, shielding a bird from the Tyrannosaurus Camel. At the foot of the tree is Ed Begley Jr., trying to scare the T-Camel back into the woods.
The nest comes down in the T-Camel’s mouth, but the birds are safe, so he leaves, and Annette O’Toole lets the bird go, and it is a raspberry day-glo blue and flies away. [3]
I yell out the window to get the attention of Ed Begley Jr. “Ed, Ed!” The media are all over the lawn now, interviewing him. He finally breaks away and comes over to my window. Suddenly I am outside the window, [4] standing in the shrubbery. I ask for his help with the nest. Should I try and put it back in the tree or toss it over in the woods at the side of the driveway?
He thought that the birds would never come back after the T-Camel saliva and the touch of humans, so we should move it to the woods. I asked if we should wear a dust mask, so that we won’t choke on the dust. Ed replied that I should not be afraid of the bird dung in the nest, but yes, I should wear a mask. I looked at Ed Begley Jr. and he was wearing a navy blue surgical mask [5] with a cardboard clowny smile taped to the front. For some reason, I wasn’t completely freaked out by the clown smile, and then it was gone.
He gestured to the house across the street, and asked if I knew D, the girl across the street [6]. He was now in a Tuxedo. He said “she was kinda…” “A salesman?” I replied. “Yes, a salesman.” he agreed. [7]
We then notice a ton of graffiti on the windowsill, written in magic markers and pens and those silver pens people use for scrapbooking. Words like “Debbie”, “2000”, little hearts, more like the kind of stuff you’d see on a desktop at school. Ed Begley Jr. told me that he was very upset at what’s happening to the neighborhood. “They keyed my aluminum siding!” [8]”That’s terrible ” I replied.
Just then, my (anonymous) friend sticks her head out the window to tell us that the media are all up the street. “It’s on tv! The vandals are up the street keying someone’s house!” Ed Begley Jr. looks at me and says ” Let’s go! We can catch the vandals!”
As I was starting to run away up the street with Ed Begley Jr. to catch the vandals keying the aluminum siding, my husband woke me up.
I started to tell him all about the dream. He was freaking out by the amount of detail I was giving him, he was pre-caffeinated and was starting to overload. All the way to work I kept remembering more and more detail, and he kept trying to wake up.
Then, around noon, my husband IMs me at work.

[huz] BABE!!
[huz] BABE!! You there?
[me] yes?
[huz] I’m listening to Frosty, Heidi, and Frank. Today’s guest is Ed Begley Jr.!!
[me] Holy crap!

[1] This was before it was renovated, so vintage mother’s house.
[2] I had watched an episode of Survivorman over the weekend where he tore down a nest from a tree in the Kalahari Desert.
[3] I don’t know what happened to Annette O’Toole after this, she was just gone.
[4] Must have gone through, I seem to remember pushing on the screen to see as he approached the house.
[5] My husband later reminded me that he was on St. Elsewhere, so…?
[6] My best friend since 1978.
[7] I have no idea what this means.
[8] Somehow, I doubt Ed Begley Jr has aluminum siding. Remember, it was only a dream.


My apologies to those who commented on my blog lately… for some reason I wasn’t getting notified of the comments and there were a bunch of them in a pending state – along with all the spam I get on a daily basis. Oops! I hope I found them all before purging the spam.
If I lost your comment, I’m really sorry!

Happy New Year / I hate snow

It’s a beautiful day outside. Probably high 60’s, low 70’s. Last night, huz and I were driving around looking for a takeout place that was open, and were looking at the Christmas lights near our neighborhood. We heard that Colorado is getting another storm. Once again, we thanked each other for deciding to move back to SoCal after our short stay in Indianapolis. This is the story of our deciding moment.
It was New Year’s Eve, 1998. We were in Philly to see Barenaked Ladies, and staying with a friend of huz who had a place in Philly and generously offered her spare room.
New Year’s day, it was frakkin’ cold, and we went to watch the Mummers parade, in person, not on TV like the rest of the city because it was freezing! The “home base” for the parade watching was a friend of huz’s friend, a Japanese woman who had lots of interesting food, since I guess New Year’s is a big deal in Japan. That was nice, I was introduced to a lot of new things that day.
That night, we went to huz’s friend’s boyfriend’s house to watch some movies and have dinner. We hung out for quite a while and then it was time to go. We had been inside for quite a while, and I guess it had rained because we came outside to find that the car was encased in a sheet of ice. We chipped off enough ice with the car keys to unlock the door, but then had to break the ice holding the door sealed before we could get in.
We finally got the door open, but this was a rental and had nothing inside; no ice scraper, no windshield wiper fluid (either that, or it was frozen) so we had to run the engine to warm up the windows enough to melt the ice. The back window got nice and clear, but the windshield wipers were frozen solid so we couldn’t use them to spread out the tiny circle of warmed up area on each side of the windshield. Finally we decided to just open the front windows and use them to see where we were going until the windshield was clear. This was an insane idea, because even looking at the road wrong made the car slide in the wrong direction from the way the tires were pointed, but eventually, we made it back to where we were staying.
We got inside and were finally able to relax for a few minutes (don’t you get all tense driving in bad weather?) and then decided that we would hit the road early in the morning because otherwise we might miss our flight if the car needs to be defrosted again and everyone on the road, etc. We packed our bags and went to bed, then rose at 5 AM to have breakfast and get to the airport for our 10 AM flight.
We get outside, and the car is fine, in fact all the ice from the night before had melted in the 5 hours between leaving the boyfriend’s house and getting up in the morning, which was really weird, but we were grateful anyway, and headed for the airport.
When we got there, around 6:30AM, there were already huge lines outside the terminals for all of the airlines. We got checked in and our flight was delayed several times, for several hours. Finally, around 6PM, we were put on a flight to Columbus that we could connect to a 9PM flight to Indianapolis, instead of direct from Philly, since that flight had by now been cancelled.
We arrive in Columbus, and they can’t believe that someone in Philly told us we could connect to Indy, since Indy has been closed for three days and there were no flights in or out! Somehow, in our New Years time off the grid, we never saw the news or knew what was going on, and didn’t know that Philly wasn’t the only place hit by the storm, but Philly got the best of the weather system, apparently. Since I could hear that there were plenty of other passengers that were told the same lie, we got a hotel voucher and got the heck out of there and checked into the airport hotel. This is one of those hotels that doesn’t even have shampoo, never mind room service, so we had dinner in the parking lot restaurant, maybe a Cracker Barrel or Steak n’ Shake or something. Nice.
We got back to the airport as soon as it opened, and were told that we could maybe standby for a flight to Indy but we would probably not make it since there were so many others standing by. We decided to rent an SUV and drive the rest of the way back. On a good day, it’s about a 3 hour drive. It took us over eight hours. A lot of the roads hadn’t been plowed, so we were driving in the grooves left by big rigs, which were the only other cars on the road, for the most part. We got an Expedition, so we were pretty high off the road, but still the snow was hitting the undercarriage and sometimes taking a wheel or two off the road. I was freaking out, having had an accident myself when I was a teenager where I hydroplaned and totaled my car. It was not a pretty sight. Tempers were not only high, but off the chart.
Finally, we got to Indy, went to the airport to pick up our car and drop off the SUV. We get home and the parking lot of our apartment complex hasn’t been plowed yet. We found out later that it had snowed so hard that plows were breaking down all over town. City plows, even, not just the neighbor guy with the pickup-type plows.
I decided that if I was going to get to work the next day (I had already missed a day because of the extra stay-over) that I would need to dig out my car. It was in the garage off to the side of the complex. I walked over and tried to open the garage door. Not gonna budge. I tried yanking on it, kicking it, and finally it let go of the ground and I was able to open it.
The snow was about up to my knees, and I didn’t have a shovel (having just moved to Indy from San Diego a few months earlier) to clear the snow away, so I used what I had, which was the lid of my Rubbermaid laundry basket. It worked well for a bit, but finally I guess it got too cold and snapped in half. I was finally able to get my car out of the garage, so I closed it and went inside where I discovered that at some point during this adventure, I had smashed the emerald on my engagement ring and the pieces didn’t end up in my glove, so I never saw them again.
It was right about then that we decided we wouldn’t be spending another winter in a wintry place. We finally broke down and got some shovels but it hardly snowed again the rest of the winter. It’s like the whole winter happened over New Years. We later found out that this was the winter when that plane was stuck out on the runway for the whole day and people were getting sick and they wouldn’t let them off the plane.
For the rest of the winter, I had to fight with the damned garage door, and even after winter passed, some days I would come home and discover it open, because when I had closed it in the morning, it had made it almost to the bottom and then stuck and bounced back open again. So I had to manually close and open the garage after that, the rental property “couldn’t” fix it and had no others to move me into.
By the time September rolled around, we were making plans to move back to Southern California, it didn’t matter where. We finally ended up moving back one week less than a year to the day we had arrived, and not a moment too soon. I sold my shovels to an Indian guy who had just arrived and was working on the same project as I was. I was determined that I would never need them again.
We ended up in Orange County, which was nice enough, but not affordable for us, so 3 years later we bought a house in Long Beach, where it only snows when the truck comes once a year to make snow for the kiddies. I don’t miss any of it and if I ever live someplace snowy again, it will be the kind of place where I can hunker down and never have to go out until it’s all gone.
Happy New Year, and I hope that if you are in a snowy place, you are at least warm and comfortable, and have the right tools to get you out.

Is this thing on?

Him: “Did you hear…?”
Me: Blink. Blink. Blink.
Him: “Apparently, there was this story on NPR about a Cocker Spaniel that likes to lick toes….”
Me: “Like Wendy’s dog?”

Wendy is the friend who introduced us, and when I stayed at her place, one of her dogs woke me up in the morning by getting under the covers and facing my feet and licking them like crazy (which is not something I enjoy, BTW).

Him: Blink. Blink. Blink.
Him: “Anyway, so they were getting off on it, like some kind of hallucinogen. You know how some toes give off…”
Me: “Fungus?”
Him: “…secretions that are like a drug. ”
Me: “Wait, did you say toes, or toads?”
Him: “I guess a lot of people liked that story. What?” Smacks himself on the forehead.

I blame the Santa Ana winds, blowing all kinds of crap, causing my head to fill with goo. Or else the fact that my husband doesn’t enunciate as well after a few drinks. Or I don’t hear as well.

Meme swipe

48 Things You Could Care Less About
1. FIRST NAME? Rhonda
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? The song, by the Beach Boys. Yeah.
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? I can’t recall.
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? I am learning to like it, but am also working on improving it. I bought a book.
7. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Just my blog. I never could get the hang of a journal/diary. Hence the need for a meme today.
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Despite many attempts to have them removed, I still have them, and hate them. They are about the size of golf balls, and when I get sick? Ehhh.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Probably not.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Corn Flakes are good.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? I wear shoes with no laces.
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I think I could be stronger, but I am not weak.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Something with chocolate and peanut butter cups would rule.
14. SHOE SIZE? 42
5. RED OR PINK? Something in between, but with no orange. I guess that would be pink though.
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My weight, which I am working on.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? I can’t think of anyone right now.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS, SHIRT AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? black, green, and none! I only wear shoes when I have to.
20. LAST THING YOU ATE? A potato.
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The TV is on, showing Cooking Showdown, which is in Japanese, so I can’t understand it unless I read the captions.
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Something in the green family.
23. FAVORITE SMELL? Citrus, grapefruit is good.
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? A woman that I couldn’t understand. I still am not sure if it was a wrong number or not.
26. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON you stole THIS from? Sure! Bonne Marie is the green goddess!
27. FAVORITE DRINK? Amaretto Sour. Or cranberry juice. Whatever.
28. FAVORITE SPORT? Baseball.
29. EYE COLOR? Hazel, on the green side. They change with my wardrobe.
30. HAT SIZE? Hat size? All my hats are adjustable movie swag.
31. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? I could, if I would go back for the fitting. So, not really, no.
37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Wedding cake, with the crunchy frosting. Most dessert lately is more eye candy than good tasting.
30. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell by Susanna Clarke, Quicksilver by Neal Stephenson, and The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
41. WHAT’S ON YOUR MOUSE Pad? I don’t need one, I’ve got a trackball.
42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH LAST NIGHT ON TV? Caught up on the CW which they didn’t have in the hotel. Veronica Mars, Gilmore Girls, and Smallville. That Green Arrow is a hottie!
43. FAVORITE SOUNDS? Thunderstorms. Or just rain, since it’s so rare.
46. WHAT’S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? Arguing with people who are agreeing with me.
48. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I swiped it from Bonne Marie!

A quiet Sunday night

On Friday, when my colleagues asked if I was doing anything this weekend, I told them I was going to see Bill Maher at the Grove in Anaheim. I was much looking forward to it, since my husband and I don’t really go out at night except for dinner, so this was going to be a nice night out.
So, Sunday night rolls around and we are sitting down to dinner and arguing because my husband wants to add garlic to the soup I made him, and I am requesting that he please taste it before making adjustments and then we are silently glaring and eating and watching Carlos Mencia on TV. My husband says, oh, I hope his whole routine isn’t just the show, because we’ve got tickets to see Carlos Mencia in a few weeks, and are really looking forward to that show too.
Suddenly we realize that we are sitting at the dinner table when we should be in Anaheim! Holy crap! We look at the clock and each other and think, oh, we’ll never make it, yes we can, go get dressed, what should I wear, we’ll never make it, there will be an opening act, what if their isn’t, where are the seats, I would hate to be late if the seats are really good we’ll get heckled, I don’t know I’ve never been there before what should we do, lets just go, ok let’s go, don’t drive like a maniac we don’t want to get a ticket, at least we aren’t the only ones that arrived late, there’s plenty of cars behind us waiting to park, these seats are great, wow we got here just in time!
In the end, we left our house at 7:40 and arrived in Anaheim by 8:05, and Bill hit the stage at about 8:15 or so. Pretty lucky!
Then, as we are waiting to leave the parking lot, we are waiting, waiting, waiting and someone finally leaves enough space for me to get out and I followed this long line of cars in the opposite direction of the rest of the cars, all around the stadium ( The Grove is in the parking lot of, what is it now, Edison Field? Where the Angles play) and we are going all in a line, about 40 cars and I am in the middle of the pack. Driving and driving, and after a few minutes, I wonder if the leader is the right person to be following, but so many people are following, I figure, ok, we’re good they must know the secret exit. Uh, no.
We are following and suddenly instead of seeing just tail lights, we start seeing headlights because the exits are all closed off and the cars are turning around. Uh, no. So I go straight instead of falling in line before the giant U-Turn and follow some of the cars that already turned around in a new direction, and now we are heading for the exit that we use when we go to a baseball game, except my husband and I know that the barriers are up at that exit since we saw it when we came in to the Grove. We both look at each other and in perfect unison, shout “Rock and Roll” because we realize we are having a total Spinal Tap moment and feel pretty stupid for following the wrong line of cars.
We get to the exit and of course it’s blocked off just like we knew it would be. Instead of turning around, however, I decided, in my mini-ute CR-V, to finally go off roading for the first time since I got it 6 years ago. My husband gets out and walks along the sidewalk to make sure there is no sudden drop off or danger and I drive up onto the sidewalk, over the lawn, and, checking for Anaheim’s finest (nowhere to be seen) I drive onto the street, pick up my husband, make a U-Turn, and head right for the Carpool lane ramp onto the 5 and head home.
Behind me, all the luxury sedans, Priuses, Lexus SUVs and Mercedes SUVs and some aggro Nissan SUV all turned around and continued on the wild goose chase. Only the Land Rover followed me out of the maze and into the night.
Oh yeah, the show was good too.


When I was four, my mother remarried and a year later my brother was born. Six months after that, the house was too small so we moved. We moved to another state, so I had to take a placement test to figure out where I belonged. I was in second grade, but I had a fourth- or fifth- grade reading level, but the rest of me? Definitely second grade.
So I was placed in a second grade class; a double-room which had 50-60 kids and two teachers. When it came time for reading, I was placed at a little round table with two other kids, K and E, and we were reading from a fourth-grade book while the rest of the class read from some other books where they covered up portions of the page with strips of colorful construction paper. I never figured out why they were doing that.
Sometime during a summer, maybe between 2nd and 3rd or maybe later, K moved to a nearby town. I remember seeing him at a friend’s country club pool one summer when I was old enough to notice these things and he was really cute and athletic.
Then there was E. We were both pretty nerdy, but I think he was nerdier than I. I don’t know what to base that on, because I was the only girl who would play with H, who kind of looked like sleestack. But H had the lunar module from Space:1999 and the action figures and I got to be Maya. What little nerdy-girl would pass that up, even if H looked like a sleestack?
So there was a weird not-quite relationship with me and E over the years. In fifth grade, there were too many first graders coming into the three elementary schools in our town, so they decided to bus the fifth-graders to the high school, which had room. This meant that from where I lived, it took a good 45 min to get to school, and we were packed on the bus with the middle- and high-schoolers, so seats were at a premium. After several afternoons of waiting in line for the bus and having E cut in front of me, I finally got so pissed off that I whacked him over the head with my lunchbox.
Have you ever seen a head-wound? The blood was everywhere, and I remember when the principal came out to drag me in to his office to call my parents and suspend me for 2 days, we followed the trail of blood from the bus all the way past the nurse’s office. I was freaking out by this time, not knowing that the head bleeds like crazy on the smallest of cuts, and I don’t even think E needed stitches, but I do remember that when I returned to the high school as a freshman, 4 years later, there were still blood drops on the tar outside from that day. But E never cut in front of me in line again.
In middle school, we were divided into 3 “houses” and each house was divided into 5 groups, and you pretty much traveled from class to class with your group. I guess now that the groups were divided according to our intellect. I was with the same group all three years, and of course E was in my group all the way through high school, I think. One day, in math class, we were taking a quiz or a test so the room was really quiet, and E farted a huge loud one that splatted against the stone-like seats we had. I think I gagged, even though it was just a noise, and it may be the same day that I had a nervous giggling fit that made the teacher take me outside to collect myself. (As an aside, I have a really easy gag reflex. The episode of Seinfeld where Kramer feeds Beefarino to the horse? GAG GAG GAG. I tried explaining the plot to a friend who had missed it and started gagging while telling the story. Trainspotting? GAG GAG GAG. There was a scene in that movie where I had to cover my eyes and ears to keep from gagging. You know which one, if you’ve seen the movie. Anyway…)
The last interaction with E that I remember was as we were lining up in our caps and gowns, getting ready to graduate. E comes up to me and I tell him he looks nice, and he tells me that he’s freaking out because his family is out there, and he thinks he has to come back for summer school, and what’s going to happen when he goes to get his diploma? Are they going to tell him “get the fuck out of here, you’re not graduating” in front of everyone? So I found out that they just give you a rolled up piece of paper during the ceremony, and that your diploma comes in the mail in a few weeks, so he wouldn’t be embarrassed. After that, I never saw him again, although there are things that happen in life that make me think of him.
Last week, an old high school buddy sends me an email to let me know I am on the MIA list for our 20th reunion. I look up a few of the other MIAs that were interesting, like a guy who used to draw great cartoons and was into TMNT before it was made into a kids cartoon. He was nowhere to be found. And then there was E on the list. I did a quick Google and found his web page. I read a couple of his essays and discovered (unless it’s fiction) that he lived in LA for a while. Wouldn’t that have been funny if we had run into each other all the way on the other side of the country? I also found some strange stuff on the page, including a photo of (him?) someone in bondage gear and a Darth Vader helmet and cape!! Now that’s the kind of thing I would keep private about myself, but that’s just me being a nerdy-girl.
What I want to know is; should I email him?

Wig Night!

On Thursday, my husband took a PTO so I was left to drive to work alone on the worst day for driving in LA. Instead of going home after work, I decided to check out the women at the LA WeHO Stitch n’ Bitch for a change.
What fun! It was Wig Night, and even though I didn’t know that in advance, Faith had brought a few extras, so I was able to wear a Lavender Bob for a few hours.
I got to see lots of folk that I used to see at the Tuesday night @ Talking Stick. I saw Faith, Sara, another Sara, Ellen and her cutie hubby Larry who was wearing Ellen’s “everyday” wig. He set up a backdrop and took photos of us which you can see over here.
faithzoom.jpgHere’s Faith. She looks faboo in this red wig! I love it. She is the one who loaned me the lavender lovely that my husband wishes I could have brought home! :/

ellenzoom.jpgHere’s Ellen. At first, she didn’t recognize me, since it’s been a while since I saw her in Feb at Stitches West.

crazyzoom.jpgI met Laurie, as in, oh, you’re That Laurie, I hope I didn’t scare her too much. It was her birthday, and I guess she was being a little shy? What with the (not really a) stalker incident, she was maybe wondering who the hell I am. She had brought presents for her own birthday! I was given a CD of great songs you love to hate, or hate to love? Or maybe it’s the summer songs you hate to admit you sing out loud in the car when you’re alone and they come on the radio?

Unfortunately, I had overdone it at work that day, so I wasn’t in the mood for all the cakes and cookies (someone brought homemade ginger snaps that smelled soooo good) and I only had a couple bites of a strawberry cake that was pink inside (I had never had pink cake so I had to try it). Since it was the day after the solstice, it was light almost the whole time I was there, which was a perfect night to usher in the summer.
One girl showed up for the first time and ended up leaving after only a short time. I hope we didn’t scare her off, I can imagine it would have been a hard night to get in with the in crowd, who were all wearing wigs and acting goofy. Everyone was vamping it up and hardly doing any stitching at all! I hope she will give the group another try on a “normal” night, because it really is a great group of women; generous, silly, fun, and talented, and that’s what it’s all about.