My little quilt group, Friendship Stars, took a road trip on Saturday to Plattsmouth, Nebraska, a small town about an hour's drive from Lincoln. While hundreds of thousands of diehard Husker football fans sat glued to their TV sets watching Nebraska defeat Penn State, we had ourselves a little day trip adventure.
Our first stop was the Seams To Be Quilt Shoppe. http://www.seamstobequilts.com. We've appreciated their sponsorship of Saturday morning quilting and sewing shows on Nebraska Public TV (no quilt shows this past Saturday due to state football tourneys). And we'd heard they stock over 6,000 bolts of fabric and 12,000 fat quarters. So we decided to check it out! Yup. All true. LOTS of fabric!
I found a couple of great bargains in the skinny bolt section, and then got distracted by farm fabric. Yes, they had two shelves full of cows, pigs, chickens, green pastures and big red barns. I kid you not. But I guess it makes sense. We'd driven past 50 miles of cornfields (now corn stubble – most of it has been harvested). I'm sure there are quilters and 4-H'ers living in some of those farm houses. And some of us city quilters have deep rural roots.
I couldn't resist. I bought myself some pig fabric with cute little pink piggies on a black background, and some coordinating pink and black and white polka dot fabric. I plan to make a set of oven mitts and play with the scraps. My quilting buddies, Jan and Leola, left with even bigger sacks of fun new fabrics – batiks, quilt backs, bike fabric, dill pickle fabric—and more. Much more.
As we exited the quilt shop on a fabric high, Jan noticed a used book store, Aaron James Booksellers, a block away. http://www.aaronjamesbooksellers.com. We're all book lovers as well as quilters, so we did some serious browsing and a little buying there, with Joan Baez music playing in the background. Gotta love it.
We had planned to eat lunch at the Chocolate Moose Cafe –billed as a quaint little café in a quaint little town. It had earned rave reviews from fellow quilters who had made their own pilgrimages to Plattsmouth. But when we arrived there, a handwritten sign on the door read: Closed Due to Illness (Swollen Ankle). I guess the owner wanted to reassure us by letting us know she wasn't stricken with E Coli or food poisoning or anything food-related or contagious?? So—Plan B. We ate at Mom's Café a couple of blocks down the street– specializing in good "home cooked" food. They even had hot dish on the menu (that's the Midwestern term for a casserole) made with homemade German noodles.
So, after pigging out on pig fabric, I pigged out on meatloaf almost as good as my mom used to make. Oink! But I didn't cry wee, wee, wee all the way home.
LeAnn aka pasqueflower