Wizard World, Doctor Who & My Pixel Quilt
Sometimes you just need a sidekick, wingman, or in my case...a Quilt Companion to make things happen. What am I talking about? Well this...
Journey's End ?
It is interesting because I thought that this quilt's journey was over after it was in a museum exhibit last year; but the journey continued a few weekends ago during St. Louis Comic Con (WizardWorld) when David Tennant got to meet his quilted doppleganger.
When the announcement was first made that David Tennant would be attending, I was estastic; but when the tickets went on sale, the cost made it prohibitive. Yet, a month or so ago they opened up a small number of individual VIP passes and I was able to scoop one up...still expensive; but a little less so, and when in my lifetime would I have this opportunity.
My Sister kept asking me if I was excited, and I know that my response always err'd on the side of being cautious. It is one thing to have made a piece of art and have it receive an outpouring of love and admiration from common circles; but this is different.
Plans changed
My VIP access included a 3-day pass to the event, a photo, and an autograph. The intention was to show him a 5x7 pic of the quilt as he was autographing it, simple as that. My Sister had other plans, and was determined to have it included in the photograph that I got as part of the package.
She spoke with the WizardWorld crew and convinced them that this had to happen. A few minutes later we prepped the quilt and got in line. My Sister was a trooper, as she not only was having to hold the quilt during this entire time; but doing so surrounded by hundreds of other people squished together like sardines.
10 Seconds
After waiting in line for what felt like forever, it was our turn. I took my place next to David Tennant while my Sister held the 8ft quilt as high as her 5' 6" frame would allow. He looked at it and said
" I'm A Quilt! ".
Impossible To Know
While I will never know exactly what he was thinking in that moment, the look on his face does appear to show genuine joy; which is enough for me. A few hours later, the day had ended, my quilt was autographed and I was a Happy Camper! Now to figure out how I'm going to ever pay my Sister back for helping to make the weekend one to remember is another story.
If you would like to read about The Tenth's journey from the beginning, check out these earlier blog posts below.
Journey's End ?
It is interesting because I thought that this quilt's journey was over after it was in a museum exhibit last year; but the journey continued a few weekends ago during St. Louis Comic Con (WizardWorld) when David Tennant got to meet his quilted doppleganger.
When the announcement was first made that David Tennant would be attending, I was estastic; but when the tickets went on sale, the cost made it prohibitive. Yet, a month or so ago they opened up a small number of individual VIP passes and I was able to scoop one up...still expensive; but a little less so, and when in my lifetime would I have this opportunity.
My Sister kept asking me if I was excited, and I know that my response always err'd on the side of being cautious. It is one thing to have made a piece of art and have it receive an outpouring of love and admiration from common circles; but this is different.
Plans changed
My VIP access included a 3-day pass to the event, a photo, and an autograph. The intention was to show him a 5x7 pic of the quilt as he was autographing it, simple as that. My Sister had other plans, and was determined to have it included in the photograph that I got as part of the package.
She spoke with the WizardWorld crew and convinced them that this had to happen. A few minutes later we prepped the quilt and got in line. My Sister was a trooper, as she not only was having to hold the quilt during this entire time; but doing so surrounded by hundreds of other people squished together like sardines.
10 Seconds
After waiting in line for what felt like forever, it was our turn. I took my place next to David Tennant while my Sister held the 8ft quilt as high as her 5' 6" frame would allow. He looked at it and said
" I'm A Quilt! ".
Impossible To Know
While I will never know exactly what he was thinking in that moment, the look on his face does appear to show genuine joy; which is enough for me. A few hours later, the day had ended, my quilt was autographed and I was a Happy Camper! Now to figure out how I'm going to ever pay my Sister back for helping to make the weekend one to remember is another story.
If you would like to read about The Tenth's journey from the beginning, check out these earlier blog posts below.