Tailgate Party, 2008 Edition
February 21, 2008
So much to tell you.
Topic Number One: Teeny Project Runway
The entries are arriving daily here for Teeny Project Runway. It’s like Fashion Week at Bryant Park inside my computer. The fabulousness! The models!
There’s still plentee of time to cook something up for our contest–the deadline for entries is Monday, February 25 at high noon.
Remember, the real Project Runway designers usually have one DAY to create their entries, and their garments are never designed for stuffed animals less than 24 inches high. So get on it! All the contest details are right here.
Topic Number Two: Tailgate Antiques Show Report
If it’s bleak, gray, and snowing, it must be time for the Tailgate Antiques Show! Shockingly, I wasn’t even going to attend; what is WRONG with me? I haven’t wandered the parking lot of the Fiddler’s Inn motel for ages! How could I forget? What a blessed relief that Frannie called with an urgent need to go find a dresser for cheap. Ten minutes later, we were heading up Briley Parkway, hoping the weather didn’t improve too much. It doesn’t feel like bargain hunting when the sun’s out.
We were operating at such speed that I tragically forgot my camera. But I can report the sighting of two busted yarn swifts ($175 and $225), the tiniest pair of knitted mittens I have ever seen, and a pair of socks that can only be described as used. They were not vintage; they were not weathered with the passing of time. They were old, creepy, unloved, and on sale for $55. I nearly backed into a giant stuffed bison head as I fled in horror.
Because of my lack of camera, I found myself facing into the blunt reality that I was going to be forced to purchase the item that I would otherwise have simply photographed. If only I’d remembered my camera! Now I’m the owner of this:
Sigh. We saw this quilt folded up under a crapped-out tavern table. Frannie immediately turned the screws on me. “Ann,” she said, in that resigned voice. She nodded. “I don’t think this even needs a thought.”
At first glance, this quilt is a set of appliqued wheels. The closer I looked, the tinier the stitches became, and the more clearly I saw the Coogles and the Wrays and the Holidays. Who were these people?
Just think: someday, all our knitting will find its way into dresser drawers, and attics, and maybe a tag sale or an antiques shop. It’s one of the lovely things about what we do: it stays behind, often anonymous, a small mystery for someone down the road.
Topic Number Three: Tailgate Aftermath
At one point, Frannie’s eagle eye spotted a pile of rag balls. Incredibly, I do believe I said, “You know, I think I have enough rag balls.”
Which sent me, on my return home, down to my stash of rag balls which really are required by law to be stored only in a room that is below ground level. Keeps the whiffy marinating process going.
I DO have enough rag balls, I concluded, but I got a fever for a Tailgate Rag Rug that could not be stopped. I fished out all my blues, hoping to go for a boro sort of vibe.
I fished out my cones of Peaches n Creme double worsted, got out the book because I’d forgotten the pattern, and got to it.
I haven’t done a log cabin in a while, and I have to say, it’s pretty much totally addicting.