Where to start...I have a new pattern called The Tempest, it was suppose to release in May, but due to many circumstances; it wasn't. I needed to get a cover photo, and had been trying to get it done for several weeks, but again, it didn't happen. Lizzy & Melissa are out town, my BFF is out of town; I obviously am in town, and decided to get it myself...never, never again (I swear Mom, I'll call you next time). So I went to Lake Houston, to take a photo on the new pier over the lake. The photo was okay, but the time of day was wrong, and the photo was too bright. Brilliant thinker that I am, decided to go back closer to sunset. I go back to the lake, down the pier, lay down my quilt trying for the perfect shot. The problem was, I kept cutting off the corners of the quilt, if I could just back up a little more, I would have the PERFECT photo. So I'm backing up, backing up, until I was backing up in the air, and straight into the water I went! Do you know the first thought that went through my head, "Oh my gosh, I've fallen in the lake". Nothing like stating the obvious, right! The lake is really deep, and I haven't been swimming in years...holy crap, I have just fallen backwards into the water...what an idiot. I swim to the pier, grab the edge which is about 2 feet above the water, and there is no way that I am going to be able to pull myself out. Fortunately there are people at the restaurant that have witnessed this crazy event, and they come to see if they can help. Someone says, "Hey, your blanket is blowing around up here". I start screaming, "Grab that quilt, don't let it fall in the water!!!". I have my priorities straight you can see. Someone with a boat comes to see what all the commotion is about, they all determine the best way to get out of the lake is to climb into the boat, and climb onto the pier. I have to swim under the pier to get to the boat - in case anyone is interested there is a large bird nest under the pier. I get to the boat, scramble onto the boat, and onto the pier. Then I realize that my keys are in the water, my glasses are in the water, and my camera is in the water...I just wanted to die. Two heaven sent angles from the boat, started diving into the water, where I made my graceful entrance, and fished out my keys (thank heaven), my dead camera, and my glasses. I have never been so grateful for two strangers.
I thanked them, I thank the people whose dinner I interrupted, and I thank God that I hadn't drowned, and that my keys had been found, and then I started laughing...uncontrollable laughing. I was so grateful to be alive, and grateful to be walking away. If anyone had seen me (and I was hard to miss), a crazy, dripping wet women, carrying a purple quilt laughing her head off...I'm still dumbfounded by the whole event. I was so grateful that the car keys still worked, that the camera card wasn't ruined, and most of all, I was grateful to be alive.
Here's the photo...worth it?
Next quilt pattern - maybe I'll tackle Lady of the Lake???
with lots of love, and a slightly bruised ego,