My loyal 8 followers will know that I am a huge fan of The Bitchy Stitcher, especially for educating me in the dangers of rat poop. When she asked me to be a part of her blog tour, I was honoured and shocked and really, really excited because it would mean I'd get to read more of the brilliant humor she writes. Once again, she has not disappointed.
Warning: Reading this book in public will result in concerned questions!
I had the
The rest of the book continued to disturb my fellow flyers, which is high praise as far as I'm concerned. It also includes one of my favorite pieces- A Quilter's Survival Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse- which means I get to tell you the story of how I became friends with Megan and you'll have to suffer through it cause I'm a sap.
I first found The Bitchy Stitcher blog the day before my first FE1 Exam (which is the Irish equivalent of the bar and so terribly unfunny what with all that law crap). I might have been
Then there came a rainy grey day some months later (which lets face it, is not uncommon for Ireland). It was also a particularly horrible day in work for me (also not that uncommon). There may have been tears, I've blocked it out. ANYWAY, I was meeting my other half in Easons and while waiting for him to arrive I floated around, ending up with an edition of Quilter's Home in my hands.
This in and of itself was a miracle, as QH just didn't show up in Ireland- or if it did, I'd never seen it. I know, I'd looked. In it, Megan was talking about cutting zombies with rotary cutters, and by the time my boyfriend found me I was disturbing grannies and store staff by crying for realz with laughter. And in some miracle of serendipity, the clouds had parted outside and the sun was shining. I'm not even kidding.
So I broke the cardinal rule of stalking, emailed her, and thanked her for brightening my day. Megan will gleefully tell you about all the hate mail she gets from those who can't take a joke, so I'm sure my email, which was dreadfully serious and sappy, came as a shock.
And then she did something unthinkable. She replied to the crazy stalker. The end result, is that I found a wonderful, amazing woman to correspond with and eventually befriend. It was the first and only copy of QH that I bought, but I cherish it not for the info within, but the friend it brought me.
Now she's done this book- which like everything else she's ever written makes me laugh so hard I just about peed my pants (no fun on hour 2 of a 23 hour journey, Megan! Warning label maybe?). Since I couldn't get QH in Ireland, most of what is in the book was new to me, which did not mean that the stuff I had read didn't contribute to me nearly passing out from lack of oxygen at cruising altitude as I wheezed out my laughter through the tears.
This book is too good not to be bought and shared. You should buy this book for everyone you ever met who has even considered quilting. You should buy this book for all your quilty friends and as party favors at your next quilting circle (party favors? Does one do that at circles? I'd go if they did).
But really, you should buy this book for yourself. You should buy this book if you've ever held a needle and thread and tried to make something- quilty or not. When you get your copy, lock yourself in a room or a closet or somewhere your other half won't give you weird looks because I guarantee you when you try to explain why you're laughing uncontrollably the white shirts will be called in.
Made it through my sappiness? Well then, here's your chance to win one of these books. In honour of Megan's bold usage of expletives in a world populated by sensitive souls, to win one of these books I'd like to know what is the most creative expletive you've ever used/heard?
You can either leave a response below or email me at elistevo @ hotmail . com (although if you're too embarrassed to say your curse in public, this may not be the book for you). Give me a name you will respond to, a location (not address) and a way to contact you as well. I will accept multiple entries, but you'll have to have a new curse for each. This will run for a week, at which point I will choose the one that made me laugh the hardest to share with the class.
My personal favorite, which happens to be the only phrase I remember in French, is pardonnez vous, mais avez vous un porcupic entre le fes? which translates to roughly "pardon me, but do you have a porcupine up your ass?" So now you know the kind of standard you have to live up to.
Last day to enter is January 20th at midnight, but I will graciously allow it to be midnight US time, so pretty much get your entry in before I wake up on the 21st. I will announce the winner Tuesday, 21st of January.
And if you don't win this book through me, there's a couple of days left in the blog tour to try. And if that still doesn't get you a copy, just frickin buy it. It's worth it, I promise.
The rest of the tour:
Quokka Quilts – Laura Lochore –