I was thinking recently about friendship and writing and making stuff up. Then I got to thinking about friendship and sewing and making stuff. Why? Because somehow I got lucky enough to have friends who are talented in several different ways (what do their brains look like, I wonder?).
Take Camy Tang, for instance. There we are, hanging out in her living room talking about MaryLu Tyndall's amazing covers for her new series and I'm going, "MaryLu, if that was my cover I would totally make that dress to go to booksignings in." And she says, "Well, you could make the dress for me anyway." And I laugh and she laughs and I say something about needing gloves to go with my Regency dresses, and Camy says, "Opera gloves? I could crochet you some of those."
:: goggle ::
Have you seen some of the things Camy has made? She's very talented ... but opera gloves? Full length? With pearl buttons? Whoa. Even the thought of making fingers in a glove makes my brain fail, since I can't even crochet a potholder.
So I said, "If you make those gloves, I'll make you a handbag out of your grandma's silk." So I did--and she loves it! What are friends for if not to make stuff up for each other?