I returned from the SPESA show in Atlanta late last night. Did you miss me? I missed all of you very much. Apparently lowest-rate-interest loans missed me the most, they left 33 comments. Detox foot spa was pining my absence with eight. Radu had glowing accolades for my opinions (on two archive posts) as did Nike sportshoes, and Australia’s complete health. Portugal Vacation Real Estate thanked me on behalf of their membership for CPSIA updates. Tebonin was solicitous of my recovery with helpful suggestions for cut-rate tinnitus vertigo tabs. Holandii was succinct saying “Ciekawy artykul, bede wpadal na twoja stronke czesciej zapewne” and Niemiec concurred with “Gdzie mozna pobrac template ktory uzyles na swoium blogu?” Designer Sunglasses regretted not being able to meet me in Hong Kong but constructively suggested I update my graphics template. How about the rest of you? How did your week go? Do tell me all about it.
I uploaded some photos to a web album if you want to see some of us. There is some prime blackmail material in there. Most of it involving a belly dancer. I’d have more blackmail candidates but Sarah Bosch and Mr. Fashion-Incubator insisted on monopolizing her time. There are many more photos but I’m waiting on Mr. F-I to upload those. He also shot quite a few videos.
Speaking of videos, Eric shot one of the welt pocket machine in action. It’s impressive, you almost want to clap when it’s done. In passing, the man demonstrating remarked that perfect welts could only be done by the welt machine, never “by hand” meaning step by step with a lockstitch machine. All at the same time, three (four?) of us said that you could, that we’d all done it. He repeated his comment, insisting it was impossible. Then we all laughed in chorus. Good naturedly, not maliciously, it was funny. I reiterated that each of us had made perfect welt pockets, even the one of us who couldn’t sew and who’d said it was so simple it was almost stupid. I told the machine demonstrator that the trick was to do it exactly the way the machine does it only step by step (with a self-made jig) and that I’d put the instructions on my website which I offered to send him later. In the end I think he suspected we were telling the truth because he abruptly walked away with an annoyed expression on his face. One could presume that not only am I intent upon preserving my near perfect record of ensuring I won’t be invited to any industry cocktail parties, I’m bent on having my friends roundly excluded too. Minimally, you have to give me credit for being efficient about it.
More to come next week!