Shut My Mouth Wide Open!

So I'm at work today, dealing with the auditors going up my colon looking for toxic  bookkeeping practices from the last fiscal year, dealing with the "will you print" requests from co-workers (I have mad computer printing skills & have tamed the mega-copier to be my bitch), along with   various and assorted other stuff that happens at a chronically understaffed institution.  I had just called Eddie, my Bernina dude, and given him the green flag to send my Bernina motherboard to the hinterlands to be rebuilt and was feeling a little down and out, to tell the truth.

Then it happened.

Brianna, our wonderful curatorial intern, came flying down to the main floor of the museum offices and said (and I quote), " I am not f-ing with you, come upstairs NOW."   I had no idea what was up but I knew she meant business. I skated upstairs to the workroom where Brianna and Laura were doing incoming condition reports on some broderie perse quilts for our next exhibit. Spread out on the table was a lovely, contemporary broderie perse quilt  (that just means it was done recently, as opposed to being an antique) that stopped me cold.

IT HAD MY FABRIC.

My fabric that I found in my stash clean-out that I talked about in No More Faux Bro. The exact same fabric! I nearly fell over, giggling and squealing and gobsmacked by the coincidence. Brianna was there when I brought in my fabric earlier that week, and had seen my plans for attempting a broderie perse wall hanging.  She was so tickled to see it on the exhibit quilt, and told me that it was made by a quilter in (I think) Washington state.  I'll get pictures if I can get her permission, and show you what she did with the fabric.  Amazing!  It was made circa 1994, so that is a good way of dating my "found" fabric!

I love how the universe just balances out sometimes.  I was completely underwater with the demands of the day - and then that quilt showed up.  I'm taking it as a sign to press on with the hand applique embroidery and see what happens. Until then, bon voyage, Bernina - you are  off  to heaven only knows where  to the mother ship repair shop.  Don't forget to write.....