It's been over two weeks ago, but Sewing Summit was amazing.

The final minutes of the conference were somewhat grotesque, or I guess I was grotesque.

I have never really met a celebrity.
 Heather Bailey was the key-note speaker, and as I was getting ready to leave, I noticed the line of her fans getting pictures with her across the room was dwindling to nothing.  I had to leave to start the trek home, but thought on my way out, I needed to thank her for her speech.

I walked over there, planning just to say: "Thanks for what you said tonight, it was what I needed to hear." and walk away and go home.

So.
I walk up to the amazing, tall, sewing celebrity and got about "I just wanted to tell you how much I appreci...ated..{cry voice}.what..{sniff}...you..{tear}said. {full out horrible sobbing with Clair Danes-ugly-cry- face} tonight."  WHAT THE CRAP???  Heather was so nice, "are you OK?" she asks as I wipe my eyes and nose with my huge man hand, all the while thinking "abort! abort!  what am I doing?  Why the crap can't I stop crying???"  I tried to explain, but the crying is starting to gush and I can barely talk.  She was really great and kind, and I just stammered some dumb things and said thanks and kind of left, apologizing and completely embarrassed.  I can't imagine how awkward it would be to have a total stranger come up and just break down for no reason and then leave.  I hope she could forget the blubbering weirdo in a cobalt velvet jacket, but I think that interaction may be hard to forget anytime soon.

So the reason behind my Heather Bailey blubbering.
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