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Post by workingclassdog on Feb 7, 2017 17:17:54 GMT
I met a lady at a LSS and we ended up going to the same crop, in fact, I think it was my 2nd retreat and her 1st. She was lovely. Her husband bought her all kinds of new scrap stuff. She was brand new to scrapping period. So we ended up sitting next to each other with another friend of mine. She was awesome.... but I think she secretly hated me on the second day. She had a glass of water and I knocked it over all over her finished page. I was MORTIFIED. I can't even remembered how it happened. We all know the rules of no drinks on the table but we all had them... She wasn't mad at all and took it very good.. She just recreated her page.. but the rest of the time I felt SOOOOOOOOO bad. She even came to my house once to do just a day crop with a bunch of gals, and then never heard from her again. I was pretty sad about that...
I had another story but for the life of me I can't remember it now.. damn Alzheimers...
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Post by mikklynn on Feb 7, 2017 17:57:50 GMT
I went to a crop where I only knew one other person. There was an older woman (70?) that talked to everyone or no one, just talked out loud. Some of what she said was really offensive! It was very strange.
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Post by workingclassdog on Feb 7, 2017 18:01:14 GMT
I went to a crop where I only knew one other person. There was an older woman (70?) that talked to everyone or no one, just talked out loud. Some of what she said was really offensive! It was very strange. Okay that is weird!! I meet a very good friend of mine who is older (in her 70s) (I'm 48)... I needed a needle for a project and someone said "Ask Carole" she has everything. I met her, borrowed her needle (and lost it), and found out she lives about a mile from me and we have been scrapping friends for years now. She LOVES her retreats!! The famous needle thing comes up at every crop... She starts in saying how I lost her vintage needle that her mom passed down to her from the 1800s.... (which is not true), but this needle now has a story of it's own. |
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Post by myboysnme on Feb 7, 2017 18:03:28 GMT
Well your story reminds me of this one, but many of mine are immortalized on the crop nightmares thread. This one was a group of military wives who got together to scrapbook. Most of them the spouse was already out of the military or retired. I was not a military wife but I had been in the military.
Anyway, most of them lived about an hour away from one girl who I lived near. So she wanted me to join the group so she would have someone to ride with when the crops were at those folks houses. All of them knew me so it seemed like a good idea.
My friend hosted the first crop that I went to and 3 of the women worked at an LSS. I was teaching heritage classes at my LSS. One girl, very outspoken, even more then me, and I got into what I termed a philosophical discussion of teaching a heritage class. I completely disagreed with her philosophy and asked her basically what resources she was using to teach that class that way.
I should have given it up but I really wanted to know. I think you can do a lot of damage teaching a class that you don't really know the subject matter. she got very upset and left the table and went and sat in the other room and called her husband. I went in to try to apologize and she wouldn't get off the phone. The rest of us kept trying to make the best of it.
All the others had carpooled and they said all the way home she told them I couldn't be in their group. In the mean time I emailed all of them and said I didn't think the group was for me but thanks for the opportunity. Well the other women I guess would not side with her so she ended up basically telling all of them to F@#$ off and they ended up asking me to please join them.
I did go back only for my friend who wanted someone to carpool with. I do feel bad about it. I thought I was having an educational discussion and the other ladies told me she hated not being viewed as the crop queen of all things scrappy. I should have known.
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Post by grammadee on Feb 7, 2017 18:08:13 GMT
At one crop there was a group of women (sisters &/or cousins, I think) at the next table who were going through a box of heritage photos of their family members. They talked incessantly, and most of their chatter was about how funny people's hair and clothing was in the pic's. These women were not teens, but well past their twenties...
I wanted to go over there and explain to them that maybe their grandmother didn't have the money for a hairdresser for herself or for a professional barber for her kids, or maybe grab the box away from them and tell them they would get it back when they could "show some respect". It was a palpable relief when they left mid afternoon Saturday to meet up with someone and didn't get back until late Sunday morning to pack up their things.
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Post by LisaDV on Feb 7, 2017 20:27:32 GMT
I've not been to many crops, so I really love hearing crop stories - the good, the bad and the in between.
The last crop I attended was when we first moved to Indiana. A lady at my church was hosting a crop. I knew she sold SU! We'd talked about it as I used to sell myself. She was never pushy. The crop wasn't advertised as a SU! event or anything. She probably should have told her up line that though. I was polite but enough already, lady. I eventually told her in a snotty way, that I had sold SU but got out of it as I find it too limited creatively. Just to shut her up. I did get out of it partly because I didn't want to be limited to just using their supplies and partly because I didn't want to devote the time. I still felt a little bad for having attitude when saying it, but seriously she would not let it go.
**ETA*** The church lady never mentioned it unless asked and was happily using the time to create her own pages.
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Post by scrapincin on Feb 8, 2017 18:30:40 GMT
I have only been to a few crops but a few months ago I went to a Scrap Expo with my DSL and two of her sisters. Somehow my scissors flew up off of the table and ended up in my thigh right above my knee! I still do not know how or why that happened but the bad part is I am on blood thinners which make you bleed alot! The scissors were the orange handled Fiskars short ones. I ended up in the first aid office and then had to leave for home and keep my leg elevated.
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Post by checkwheelsdown on Feb 9, 2017 4:28:18 GMT
We found ourselves in a lock down situation at the hotel where a crop I attended was being held. Apparently, in the midst of our scrapping, a fugitive was busy running around the property with the police in hot pursuit. Sirens, flashing lights, yelling...we were told to stay in the ballroom until further notice, while the staff went around ensuring outside doors were secured. Although the room got unusually quiet as everyone looked around nervously, no one missed a beat, we just kept on scrapping. Not too long after, the fugitive was caught (yay police!), we got the all clear and life went on. Just a little excitement during a Saturday afternoon crop!  |
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Post by nancydrew on Feb 9, 2017 11:17:42 GMT
One crop I attended was at a large hotel and event center . There was a wedding happening on the same weekend as the crop. One young man, who had had way too much to drink came into our crop room and started dancing and doing a strip tease. Thankfully, he didn't take off all his clothes.
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Post by mikklynn on Feb 9, 2017 13:16:34 GMT
I have only been to a few crops but a few months ago I went to a Scrap Expo with my DSL and two of her sisters. Somehow my scissors flew up off of the table and ended up in my thigh right above my knee! I still do not know how or why that happened but the bad part is I am on blood thinners which make you bleed alot! The scissors were the orange handled Fiskars short ones. I ended up in the first aid office and then had to leave for home and keep my leg elevated. OMG - that's awful! It actually sounds like something I would do. I keep band-aids in my scrap case. |
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Post by miominmio on Feb 9, 2017 14:00:01 GMT
I went all by myself to a crop once. Normally not a problem, and I have done so both before and after this one,. This time, however, you would have thought I had a sign saying "lice" or "plague" or something on my back, because all the seats around the larger tables were "taken". There were a few tables for two available, all of these were fairly close together, and I started scrapping and all the time felt a bit alone. After a few hours one of the women at the table closest to me asked me if I was there by myself, and when I said "yes" she turned her back on me and continued scrapping. And she was the friendliest of them. Never returned to that crop, and felt a tiny bit of schadenfreude when I heard they went out of business the year after.
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Post by CeeScraps on Feb 9, 2017 14:02:46 GMT
I was at a hotel and my XXL tote along with all of the pages I had competed, and planned to complete were stolen. My quickutz alphabets/shapes were in there too. I figured out it was about $3,000 in tools/supplies.
We were in a banquet room where supposedly the ladies had the only keys to. Well, they didn't........I called the police and made a report. The ladies that ran the crop were good. I went shopping with one of them and at least got another tote and some odds/ends. My insurance wanted receipts for everything. Needless to say I was out a lot of scrapping tools and supplies.
The ladies had a printer set up in the adjoining hallway. That too ended up being taken. So, we figured that the thief wanted the printer and didn't know how to get it out of the area so used my tote.
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Post by ScrappyGlue on Feb 9, 2017 14:44:12 GMT
Once at Scrapbook Expo a woman went into labor (she wasn't there for the Expo). At another crop, someone had a seizure (very, very scary - she was ok - family took her home).
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Post by tiffanytwisted on Feb 9, 2017 18:32:41 GMT
I went all by myself to a crop once. Normally not a problem, and I have done so both before and after this one,. This time, however, you would have thought I had a sign saying "lice" or "plague" or something on my back, because all the seats around the larger tables were "taken". There were a few tables for two available, all of these were fairly close together, and I started scrapping and all the time felt a bit alone. After a few hours one of the women at the table closest to me asked me if I was there by myself, and when I said "yes" she turned her back on me and continued scrapping. And she was the friendliest of them. Never returned to that crop, and felt a tiny bit of schadenfreude when I heard they went out of business the year after. Did one of the ladies come up to your table, ask if anyone was sitting in the empty seat and then drag it to another table to sit w/her pals? Yeah. Happened to me. At a crop at a church. Wow, some of you ladies have some really bad stories! I'm so sorry!! Most of mine are annoying/funny. Let's see . . . one crop was at a summer camp for kids. The place had a big kitchen w/one of those large ice machines. While we knew not to make ourselves at home in the kitchen, I thought the place was casual enough that we could help ourselves to ice throughout the day & nite. And while I wasn't told I couldn't, every time I went for ice, the guy who ran the place was there (did he NEVER sleep?) and had to get it for me. Really don't get why I wasn't allowed to touch the ice machine, but whatever . . . One gal at a crop I was at forgot her adhesive AND her trimmer. Fine. That can happen to anyone. Borrowing a trimmer isn't a huge inconvenience (a slight one, but nothing earth shattering), but adhesive? That stuff is expensive. After using up TWO of my friend's tape runners (and still not bothering to find the nearest craft store), my friend finally had to tell her she was out and couldn't give her anymore. I went to a crop at a LSS. Once. When I signed up, I was told there would be a group of us and we would order pizza or get takeout of some kind for dinner. None of the other gals were able to go, so it was just me & the store owner. I kept waiting for her to mention dinner, but nope. Yes, I know I could have, but she was running the crop, so I figured it was up to her. At one point, she had left the cropping area for a while. I got up to wander around the store to see if I could find anything to buy and there she was. Behind the register eating fruit salad. Really? Never went back. In the other thread, I touched on my 'friend' labeling her water bottles at a scrappy weekend I went on a few years ago. I could go on for days about that kook. She didn't want to ride alone and even though the gal who set up the weekend & I already planned to ride together, she lied to both of us so I would ride with her. I felt really bad being so easily tricked, so I was determined not to let it happen on the way home. Wouldn't have been a problem, since she was supposed to leave a day earlier than us because she had to work. Somehow, she managed to blow off work and leave the same day as us and while we made her ride alone, she guilted my pal into us leaving hours earlier than we wanted to so we could caravan. The weekend was filled w/more of her kookiness from sleeping on the sofa instead of one of the 4 bedrooms available (she babbled something about her back, but we all know it was because she was afraid she'd 'miss something' if she overslept in one of the bedrooms) to making us go back into AC Moore so she could argue w/the cashier of 3 cents. I could go on . . . My last SDV was an annoyance as well. My friend & I bought t-shirts the first nite we got there. We were so excited. Then they proceeded to sell them on Sunday for 20% off. Are you kidding me? And mysteriously, the only woman who could OK the rebate was never anywhere to be found on Sunday. Oh, and on Saturday morning, they proceeded to tell the hundreds of women that shelled out hundreds of dollars to be there that everyone could only have one piece of dessert. Apparently the latecomers to dinner didn't get any. Umm, no. Of course these women were entitled to dessert, but how about you tell the kitchen to make more. Ya don't tell scrappy ladies they can't have anymore brownie bites or cheesecake squares!! |
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