Velma Nightwing is the round purple bird with the dark, feathery storm of hair, the enormous startled eyes, a glass of red wine on one side and a sewing machine on the other. She is the whole reason sip-and-sew night exists. Stitched Flock Wine Sippers gathers her friends from the Quilt Hair Don't Care flock on wine sippers, while Velma herself appears on a pink cap, a flask and a sage green favorite, since she already has a glass in hand.
The guests who arrive first
Velma always invites the early crowd to help set up. Snipsy Wren comes straight from the cutting table with her rotary cutter, scissors and a halo of rainbow swirls. Ziggy Bobbin flies in with wings wide open, parking beside a little sewing machine. Lady Plumeadora, the peacock, sweeps through the door with her tail fanned and a heap of green fabric she brought just in case. Peaches Plume, pink and beaming under a rainbow crest, carries a pieced block to show everyone before she even sits down.
The ones who stay until the last bobbin
As the evening goes on, the hair gets bigger. Curlene Spoolworth settles onto her perch among the dangling spools and gives the room a sleepy, satisfied look. Chaos Finch shrieks with delight from her pile of quilt blocks, rainbow feathers pointing every direction. Puffin Bea sits quietly beneath a cloud of thread-colored curls beside her fat quarters, and Pip Patchlet hangs her pink and green patchwork over a branch for a proper viewing. Ruckus Jay holds up his star block and announces, to nobody in particular, quilt hair, nope, I don't care. Noodle Beakman leans on his tall stack of folded fabric, and Frizzle Mae just gasps, beak wide open, at all of it.
For the sip-and-sew crowd
These sippers belong to the quilters who turn a Friday night into a sewing party, the guild friends who meet with snacks and a bottle to share, and the members of The Stitch Circle who know that the best seams happen with good company. Fill one with your favorite red, a crisp white or sparkling water and settle in beside the machine. Velma has only one house rule, and she learned it the hard way: the wine stays on the table and far away from the white fabric.
Written by Jenny. Thanks for reading.
