The temperature was really high, and the humidity that accompanied it was like walking through a steamy shower room. Shopping in that kind of weather is brutal here where we live. There is no shade, and in the mid-summer most stores keep the temperature inside a bit higher than one might like, because of the possible brownouts.
After shopping most of the day, BFF and I got back to my house exhausted, glad to be out of the Southeast Texas heat and into air conditioning. Bless those who invented that! We got ourselves big glasses of sweet iced tea and vowed to stop heading out like mad dogs and Englishmen into the heat to go after things we likely could do without.
Then we went into my sewing room to look at our treasures. I carefully pulled out all my blues and whites and sorted them into piles according to intensity of color, while my BFF looked through one of the quilting books I bought and read aloud selections of interest to us both.
By the time I finished, BFF was looking over the piles of fabrics arranged all over the floor. “Wow. You really have a great selection there. Do you think you finally have enough of the deep blues?”
I chewed my lower lip thoughtfully and said, “It’s possible. Look at this pile. Remember when we got that one with the tiny stars on it? It was the day we had lunch at that pizza place and that lady dumped the glass of iced tea all over her boss.” We both laughed at the memory.
“Oh, and, how about that one with the cabbage roses?” BFF grinned. “Remember the shop keeper? She went running to the phone to hear about her granddaughter’s labor in Italy.” We looked at each other and, at the same time, we called out, “It’s a boy! I’m a great-grandmother!” We laughed again, remembering.
She went back to her book, and I separated a couple of the piles into smaller, more carefully sorted shades of blue and said, “Dang, it was hot today. Whatever made us think we could keep this up at our age?” I said, shaking my head.
“Dunno,” BFF muttered in agreement. “We have no brains at all. The only thing inside our skulls in batting.”
“And old episodes of General Hospital,” I added. “We need to be better at this,” I resolved. “We should seriously shop in the fall and winter when everything is on sale and get enough stuff to use all through the hot season.”
“True. That gives us 3 months of shopping and 9 months of quilting. That should work,” BFF mused.
“A good balance.” I nodded my head.
“A very good balance. We can do this. It will take planning, and there will be the times that we’ll need to go out for some small things,” BFF warned.
“Yes, but no more running around in the middle of the day in the blistering heat and humidity like we are young and bulletproof,” I admonished.
“Agreed.” BFF nodded firmly. “Having a plan is good.” She turned back to her book and I looked at the sorted piles sitting around me on the floor.
“I don’t believe it,” I said, after a few moments of scanning my stash.
“What?” BFF asked, thumbing through some color plates in the book she was reading. “Do you have enough deep blues at last?”
“Oh, yes,” I answered. “I think I have enough for this project and at least three others. But, there’s a problem.”
“Which is what?” BFF looked up from her book.
“I think I need more whites.” We both looked at the fabric on the floor and then at each other. Neither of us spoke aloud, but we both knew what we were thinking.
BFF grinned. “Well,” she said, finally. “Do I pick you up tomorrow, or do you wanna drive?”