Meet the Butlers

I knew when Amanda asked me to come to Quilt Market that I would get to meet some famous (to me) people. I had a list. I rehearsed in my head what I would say when I met these people that I had admired from the glow of my computer monitor. At the end of Saturday, I had met most of the people on my list. 

Most.

I found myself at the Kansas City Modern Quilt Guild meet and greet on Saturday night. I chatted with some friends, old and new, and was prepared to just relax and let my aching feet have a rest. That was until the lovely Tara asked if I knew The Butlers were in the room. Would I like to meet them?

WOULD I LIKE TO MEET THEM? They were on the top of my list and I hadn't met them yet! Heck yes, I wanted to meet them! She took me over, tapped David on the shoulder and introduced me. As Jane. Normally, I would have given her a withering look and been ticked, but I was meeting DAVID BUTLER. I calmly said that my name was Jana, and that I was a huge fan of him and his wife. 

He said: "Oh, you like Parson Gray?"

I said: "Yes, I love it."

He said: "I wasn't sure if people would get it, you know?"

I said: "Oh, I got it."

Then he said: "Have you met my wife, Amy?" 

Then I shouted: "NOT YET!"

He then tapped the lovely and extremely tall Amy on her shoulder and introduced me. As Jane. I thought about letting it slide, but I corrected him with love and said, "Actually, it's Jana." I then proceeded to tell her what a huge fan I was. One of the first quilts I made had her fabric in it. It taught me about the superiority of designer fabric. It's still one of my favorites and is on my bed. Then, THEN, she wanted me to tell her a little about myself. Oh, I was in heaven. We chatted for a few more minutes, and then I said my goodbyes, as many more admirers were waiting for a chance to chat.

And then, AND THEN, Stephanie asked if I wanted my picture taken. I hesitated for a brief moment because, you know, I hate to be a bother. But then I went for it. I tapped David on his well muscled arm and asked if he and Amy would mind posing for a photo. Did they mind? Of course not. 

And then I made a fool of myself. With my arms around the Butlers, and their arms around me, I did a little shimmy shake and yelled: "AAAHH! I'M IN A BUTLER SANDWICH!" 

And then David told me he would remember me for a long time. 

My aching feet were forgotten. I practically floated for the rest of the night.