My theory is if you have 20 people, you have at least 21 opinions! If not more! tee hee

LOL, shows how worldly I am. I thought "blanket binding". Yep, I bet she did meant the queeny sash

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Geez what a know it all. Even though she didn't know the answer she was sure you a quilter were wrong. Honestly it takes all kind to make a world.

My guess is that "thinking" was her problem.

ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I got your point. Been there--done that!

As I read it, she was quoting an Amish quilter she had talked to. Not all patterns employe sashing. Whatever her conversation with the Amish quilter was about, may very well have involved a different pattern. Still, why would a non-quilter argue with a quilter? duct tape sounds good!

Congratulations on your restraint, some people have to be right even when they're wrong.

I am so sorry you had to go through that!! It brings to mind a conversation I had a few years ago, though. Hubby and I were moving across the state (Idaho). We had just been to the new city (Pocatello) and picked out the new house. I had taken photos of the area from the back porch of the new house, and some of the pictures showed the mountains across the valley from our house (the house itself was also up a mountain a ways.)

Anyway... I had made a scrapbook page with the photos and was sharing it with some ladies I had been acquainted with. The scrapbook page was titled "our new house". Here is the conversation (or as close as I can remember it).

woman: "I thought you said your new house is in Pocatello."

me: "It is in Pocatello. Why?"

woman: "There are no mountains in Pocatello. If your new house is in Pocatello, these pictures could not be from your new house."

me: "I admit that there are no mountains actually IN Pocatello, since the city is mostly in a valley between several mountains. Our new house is up the side of one of the mountains, so it is kind of in the outskirts of Pocatello."

woman: "No. There are no mountains anywhere near Pocatello. Why don't you just show us pictures of your REAL new house? Is it really that bad?"

me: "I am sorry to disagree with you, but these really are pictures from our new house, and there really are mountains around Pocatello. Perhaps you can come visit us once we are moved in so you can see for yourself."

other woman: "It has been a long time since I have been to Pocatello, but I am pretty sure Christie is correct."

first woman: "Well... those must be NEW Mountains then!"

Can you imagine how hard it was for me (and most of the rest of the group, I am sure!) to not laugh at this?!? "NEW MOUNTAINS"?!?! REALLY!?!? Some people!!! LOL!!!!!

I'm not arguing with anyone, but I was taught that the "sashing" was the inside narrow border and/or spaces between blocks. People use sashing to frame a fussy-cut to separate it from the crowd of other fussy-cut pieces. The entire quilt is then framed with shashing before the final border is applied.

I send you my blessings! Seems there is always one in the group. I went through this several years ago.

It must have been a very trying experience, but look at the great story you got out of it! And I've enjoyed reading everyone else's stories, as well... Good for some laughs! Let me guess that this lady is getting up in years? Lots of older people blurt out any kind of hurtful, opinionated thing, thinking they can say anything because of their age. Let's all try to remember that, because it's where every one of us is heading, should we last that long.

And just out of curiosity, why was she there for the meeting, if she wasn't a quilter? Just nosy?

Reminds me of a gal at my church, where I taught various quilt classes for years. "Jane" (not her name), was not a quilter, but always knew better or more than me. And she knew that she had more fabric than I did (she had a closet with fabric on the shelves - I have a room + full of fabrics). And then she bought in a quilt top that she got for free and wanted all of us to help her hand quilt it.... for free. I was VERY happy when she stopped coming. (we never did help her finish that quilt - can you imagine what THAT would have been like?)

Yes, gotta love the church groups. And did I mention I'm a church secretary? We always say that the people drive us crazy, the job doesn't pay well, but the retirement benefits are "heavenly". LOL

My husband and I work with a lot of machines and with each machine the names for stitches vary by manufacturer(if they name them at all)- you wouldn't believe the down right threats we have received from total strangers who claim we are misrepresenting a stitch or what a machine is capable of because they never did that- usually followed up with' I should know because...' For every name there is for something, there are at least two more- not to mention if you travel around the country or to another country. Next time tell her 'the space below the thingy' and see if she can argue that- look in the thesaurus and find a few more words so you can just keep rambling- be sure to look up a few in French or Russian to really keep her off balance.

BWAHAHAHAHA!
This is SO what I should do for the next time I am in this sort of situation

you have patience, because that conversation lasted a lot longer than it would have if it was me talking to her !!!!

Ditto!

That's hilarious!!! You held up well!!

You handled it ok. I know a few people like that & sometimes I can tolerate it & sometimes no.

You are the soul of discretion. :) Who says old dogs can't learn new tricks?

Please have sympathy for me. I have a brother who knows everything about everything and does not hesitate to explain anything to you in great detail. When I "butt in" to tell him I've known that since I was ten years old he scolds me tells me to let him finish. ARRRRGH He once went into interminable detail explaining to me that when buying shoes I should remember that the number refers to the length and the letter refers to the width. We are both in our 70s and it never occured to him that I might have figured that our several years ago. Lord, give me patience.

There are times when I slip into old, or seldom used expressions. I used the term lattice at guild just last week, and no one knew what I meant. I repeated it a couple of times before I could even think of sashing. Then, of course every one knew. Remember cloth stores, or piece goods - how about yard goods? Now they are all fabric stores. Times change, but my grey matter doesn't keep up.

I think you have alot more patience than I do! LOL

How can it not be a word..... "muffin top" is now a word :-D :-D :-D :-D

This is when losing one's hearing can be a blessing... Or just let your thoughts wander and think about something more important. That's my little "mental rebellion" to having to listen to idiots.

No kidding... I keep embarrassing myself by refering to my IPod as my "Walkman". 80's much? :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Thanks for starting the topic.... and the amusing stories from others.
Duck tape :)
Also liked the "can we call it this today?"

You handled both situations well, Happy Quilting !!

I like it when it happens to other people and not me.. Sorry

My dear late MIL always told me I'd get my reward in heaven in cases like this!

So now it's not only the framing for a square but also now not a word? Oh no, what will we call it and how will we spell it. The agony, the agony. lol. heheheheheh. :) :)

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Oh, well. She'll find out one day.

oh oh....we don't have the same sister do we????? :shock: :shock:

Yea...I remember quite clearly....when I lived in Montpelier Id, we came over Fish Creek Pass (7200 ft), down, down, down into Lava Hot Springs, and before you could shake your little tail, you were in Pocatello. I mean sure seemed like mountains to me...but then I was born and raised in the flat corn fields of Iowa, so what flat lander could tell the difference between old and "new" mountains??? :roll: :roll: :lol: :lol: :lol:

Honestly, sometimes people say the stupidest things!!!!

My own experience with this came from a Doctor one night in the hospital.....I was a midwife for many, many years, and one night one of my ladies had to head to the hospital to have her baby (I only did homebirths). This doctor and I (after the baby was born) got into a "heated discussion" about whether there is one bag surrounding the baby...or two. (There are two...the inner bag is called the amnion, and the outer bag is called the chorion. You can separate them)...he swore up one side and down the other that I was just a stupid midwife that didn't know anything...you should have seen the look on his face when I grabbed a pair of gloves and promptly separated the bags before his eyes!!! Priceless :lol: :lol:

Now that's just scary! :-(

I guess that is just one more example of why they call what the doctors do "Practice"! LOL!!! (and YES, it is scary, too!)

[quote=kaykwilts]Stories like that are EXACTLY why I birthed my 3 with a midwife.

On the topic of whether words are words- my grandmother as child was often called out for the fact what she said or wrote was not a real word. She proudly defended herself and would prove that it was because it was in the dictionary. She opened her dictionary and showed them right there- there in the margin hand written with definition and all was the word. She really was ahaed of her time, seems that's the way most words get put into the dictionary.

I am biting my tongue not to say what is on every one's minds. Boy is it hurting. ROTFL!