Happy Birthday Amy!

When I was young, I had an uncle who somehow knew (then)President Jimmy Carter. My sisters and I (i.e. my Mom) sent Amy Carter a Ukranian doll, and we recieved a thank you note back from her on White House Stationary. I think my Mom framed it. Years later I remember seeing a picture of Amy on her wedding day, as well as some photos taken of her when she was arrested during a student protest as a university student. She was wearing glasses in her wedding photo - I think that's so great. I am totally generalizing on the basis of a few photos, but I imagine that she's a pretty neat, yet unassuming person. I wonder if she is a knitter. As promised - a quilt I actually completed. This one is a lap sized quilt. Tumbling blocks, maybe? I actually took my unfinished quilt top to the local quilting supply store (LQSS?) on the weekend, and suffered minor emotional trauma. After the woman at the till finished dealing with a "real" customer, I brought her my quilt top (that I had put in a grocery bag), and explained to her that I was looking for someone to finish this quilt, because I didn't even have a sewing machine anymore, etc. She asked me "Do you want it quilted?" Which seemed like a pretty obvious thing to me...then she asked "Is it finished?", and I said "Well, the strips are sewn together, but it needs to have a backing sewn on"...and started to pull it out of the bag. She then gave me a look that I can only imagine a yarn shop owner would give to someone who pulls a tangled mess of cheap acrylic yarn out of their bag, opened a drawer, pulled out a pamphlet for the local quilter's guild, and said "We don't do that here. Why don't you get in touch with these people?" I felt like an illiterate person who walked in on a book club meeting. Walked out of the shop with my grocery bag in hand. Got in my car, and marvelled at the fact that I literally have a wall full of degrees and certificates, and yet I was made to feel about 2 inches tall by this woman. Poop on her - I bet she couldn't come up with these stitch markers on her own: Using pliers from the hardware store, no less! OK, poop on Blogger for not letting me upload any more photos either last night or this morning. I swear by all that is holy that I will figure out how to use Photobucket when I get back from the upcoming trip out of town