Let me start this week’s blog off by stating two things.
First, Thursday, December 17, was my Guild’s Christmas
party.
And second, I never win anything.
I don’t. I can
buy a dozen lottery scratch-off tickets and won’t win a dime. I can buy dozens of raffle tickets and get
nada in return. This has been my life
since I was old enough to play BINGO in kindergarten.
Until Thursday night at the Christmas party. Besides
being just the normal Christmas-party-type-event with the food, desserts, and
fun, we were drawing tickets for the guild’s 2015 raffle quilt and the 2015
charity raffle prize.
I loved the raffle quilt. I really did.
What wasn’t to love about this?
I had purchased two envelopes worth of tickets and
crossed my fingers and toes and bra, but my name wasn’t drawn. I wasn’t shocked, given my history, but was placated
with the thought that I did have the instructions and could make my own. After all, I had helped construct the 2015
raffle quilt and now knew the ins and outs of the pattern and a few very strategic
short cuts.
However the prize I really, really wanted to win was the
crafting accessory bag that the Charity Quilt program was raffling off.
My good friend, Linda, had made one of these a couple of
years ago and I had lusted after hers ever since. I even strongly suggested that the guild make
one for me as the outgoing gift at the end of my presidency.
Instead they gifted me with a gorgeous purple and white
signature quilt that not only has every guild members’ name on it and my years
as guild president, but also acknowledges that I was the founding president. I cried
when I received it and cry nearly every time I look at it. It’s perfect.
A few months later I purchased the Craftsy class for the
bag and the zippers and vinyl to go with it.
I already had the fabric and had pretty much decided that as soon as
cold weather set in so I couldn’t be beckoned outside, I would put in the hours
on the bag.
So when my name was
drawn for the bag, I didn’t believe it.
They had to show me the ticket.
This. Is. The. Most. Wonderful. Bag. Ever.
Just look at all the compartments!
But my good luck didn’t stop there. We were instructed to bring four fat quarters
with us to the party. The first-vice
president then led us in a great game of Dirty Santa. If you’ve ever played this game, one of two
things will happen. Either everyone will
be very nice and accept whatever is in their package without dissent; or there
will be that one present everyone wants and it’s nearly a free-for-all until it’s
claimed for the last time.
Take a gander at these fat quarters….
Nearly everyone wanted them…they were possessed by so
many people I thought we were going to have to call an exorcist before someone
would be able to take them home.
But guess who they ended up with at the end of the
evening?
That would be me.
I had never had that much luck in one night EVER.
So when my good friend Nancy laughingly suggested that
with the run of luck I was having, it may be a good idea to buy a lotto ticket
on the way home, I kind of shrugged off her idea. After all, how long of a good run of luck
could I have?
Then I began doing the math. I’m 54 years-old. I’ve never had this much good fortune in one
sitting in…well, forever. Mathematically
the odds were in my favor. And it would only take a few minutes.
This was my reasoning as I eased my SUV into a brightly
lit convenience store that sold scratch offs.
I made my way inside and purchased a single scratch-off ticket…
And won ten bucks.
It has been a very Merry Christmas so far….
Love and Stitches…
Sherri