So last Saturday evening I rolled up to Petaluma just as the worst of the heat had passed. And spent the next 20 hours with the some of the finest people I know. Creative, so creative [what? musicians and crafters and authors and DJs dancers and healers? and i DO mean plural]. And funny. The fun factor was maxed out, and is a little hard to relate here. Not because of the debauchery [of which there was only just a touch] but because describing a fun party is like describing a dream — not so great unless the listener was directly involved. But there was food and there were saws and there were Mojitos [from my own personal supereasy recipe.. email me if you are so inclined to sip some bubbly deliciousness.] Petaluma? Ostriches and farms and chickens and stuff like that. Crazy, crazy to a city girl like me. Rolling hill vistas from every window of Tristy and Justin’s sweet pad. Only downsides: the hard ground on my sore ass [gotta upgrade camping sleep apparatus, stat] and, of course, having to leave.

Oh, and to continue the quiltiness: I presented Tristy and Justin with the quilt I finally, finally finished. Yaaay! They liked it, a lot. We got a little weepy, we did. Especially me. As usual. And then I described the Gee’s Bend quilt a woman made from her dead husband’s clothes.. and wept some more. We shook it off, had some more ‘jitos. I am pretty proud of this quilt. Anyway. There are more notes about it on my craftflickr and on craftster.org, if you must.

in other weepy news: my eyes involuntarily filled with tears when i saw this link. “oh, empathic becky, what a good friend to animals,” you might be thinking. no, actually, i am weepy from total terror. i can’t tell you why, because i am jamming a fork in my brain, trying to erase the memory of that image.