Crazy things happen. On Friday, and friend and I were walking through the "craft" booths at our town celebration. It is a common thing here in Utah.
Last minute we decided to check the booths a few blocks away. I spot a booth that says "Modern Quilts." Let's go there, I say.
While we are checking it out, my friend is prodding me to give them my card. I ask them if they do their own quilting or if they need a quilter. They say they need one. I don't have a card, so they grab a notebook.
I mention that they are selling Joel Dewberry fabric. "We are Joel Dewberry they say." I am not sure what I did at this point. I am wondering if I looked confused, shocked, star struck. I turned around and shook Joel's hand. He gave me his card. I like an idiot didn't have one, but he took my info. (I later went back with a card.)
Turns out they live in my neck of the woods. Who knew. I swear to you this is a true story.