Jeff has been in need of a new truck for quite a while and when he finally found one, it just happened to be in Florida. Oh darn! So... I just decided a road trip to pick it up for him was a little more important than continuing to organize the studio :), especially since I could swing over to see Brent. Then, there was the added bonus of a lady I met at the Delray show who wants me to come by her house and design some fun and funky chairs for her. So it really was a no brainer for me.
Jeff made the ticket and hotel reservation and sent me all the itineraries. I flew out of Lexington and arrived in what he told me was Ft. Myers with the hotel about a short distance away with a shuttle to pick me up. Not a problem he said. I got off the plane in a little airport with one baggage belt and I asked a guard where I would call to get the shuttle. "Honey" he said. "You are in the wrong airport. You need to be 45 minutes down the road."
I arrived at Brent's later in the afternoon. He was already home from work when I got there and it didn't take long to figure out what our project for the weekend was going to be. He had already put in a wall in his workroom and we would be sanding and painting, and building his work tables. Home Depot here we come!!
I had planned to spend this week finishing up at least one of the projects that I listed in last weeks blog and decided to work on Tracy's pillows for her. I got them cut out and was planning to make them before heading to the airport. I arrived about 7:30 at the store and at 8:00 I got a call from Delphia saying, "Leslie, don't freak out." That was not the way I wanted a conversation to start.
In the meantime, we had an order for 11 bolts that I needed to pull and get ready to ship. We also had 21 very pretty bolts of fabric delivered the day before that needed to be carried to the basement. All that took priority over those pillows. They will just have to wait till I get home next week. Does that mean I have to do 2 UFO's next week? I told Brent about my plans to get at least one UFO done a week and his only response was, "How did that work out for you??" I guess I am destined to spend my life yelling "squirrel!"