Yesterday was the first meeting on a Monday and we met at Kathleen's. She fed us all lunch. (I usually offer water and stale popcorn at my house. I may need to step it up a bit.) And Kathleen had even totally cleared and organized her dining room table (her current beading work space; her family members generally eat their meals anywhere but at the dining room table) to make room for the beading guests that would be arriving an hour or so after our meeting. It was impressive.
So, at our meeting, I distributed the data that I compiled from the market research party. It took me 13 hours to pour through the 21 surveys and cross reference and record. I learned after I'd gone to all this trouble that there are many computer programs available, some on-line and free, that would crunch the data for me. I suspected this as I was color coding and fighting with Excell sheets. Next time, I'm using a program or I'm making up the data.
We also discussed several beading t-shirt ideas the contents of which I will not divulge because
A: one of our readers might steal the idea (though I think the only readers we have are ourselves)
and
B: they aren't done yet.
We have some polishing to do to make them funnier and not so wordy. Our friend Amy B...(Yes. It is an extremely popular name in our circle. In fact, you have to be named Amy in some form to join our group. Kathleen, Lynn and I barely skated by with a grandfather clause.) Anyway, Amy B. is a very talented t-shirt designer and silk screener* and she came yesterday to the meeting the throw around some ideas. She'll be helping us immensely.
*"screener" is technically not a word, I realize, but what are you going to do about it? You're not reading this anyway.
Kathleen and Ami Jo hosted the aforementioned after-lunch gathering for a friend of ours and some of her coworkers to have a team-building beading extravaganza. It looked like fun, so we are anticipating a detailed account of the goings on at this event.
As we were concluding, we all heard the microwave timer go off in Kathleen's kitchen.
Amy said to her aunt, "Hey there's your timer!"
Kathleen replied, "Oh yeah, it's reminding me to pay attention. Wait. I need some chocolate."
And so ended our Monday shenanigans.
