i am not actually as tall as either of these gorgeous ladies, although in my mind i'm taller than everyone in the WORLD. i simply had the great luck of standing on the upper slope of this patch of new york sidewalk. the chunk of the mood sewing network i happily dined with last night: carolyn, renee, and meg "gunn", all had a good six inches on me. this is always shocking, not only to me, but to the person meeting me. though, to be fair, my hair usually gets a good six inches on anyone else.
the pic is from renee, the only blogger to remember to bring a camera (bad, bad bloggers we), and she has gorgeous shots of the restaurant up on her blog already. she beats us here, in many categories.
i never have such a good time with gangs of chicks than i do with sewistseamstressrexes. i have a feeling this might be true for a lot of us. these women were gorgeous, confident, sparkling, and funny as hell. maybe it's the mystery business i'm in (which shall soon be revealed, oooh and aaah), but while a large portion of the women i know might indeed sport those wonderful qualities, they are not the kind you can share pitcher of sangria with. at least not without a side order of meow (and not the good walnut kind).
but of course, and it's been said, it's not wholly the fault of the female persuasion in question. there are so many mirrors society crafts for us; who has the better makeup / clothing / job / status / armcandy... that sort of immediate comparison we're programmed to have when it's a female pack. sure, it still happens in our sewing culture, but i feel that it's the exception rather than the norm, online and off. et vous?
i walked home on a cloud. and upon exiting the subway, i spied a reminder of a certain virtual meetup...
HEY GIVE ME BACK MY PROMABALLOONA LIMO.