Apparently, even when you don't have quite enough energy to stitch much, you are capable of adding to the stash.
I was rambling around the inner webs--Etsy is dangerous--and I found a number of smaller projects that appealed to me. I succumbed. I really thought they would arrive over a period of weeks, which wouldn't rouse Dearly Beloved's suspicions about my disposing of all my disposable income in one fell swoop.
And then the evil cyberattackers hit international mail coming from the UK. The situation was handled, but it meant that everything suddenly arrived together once the problem was resolved.
All at the same time.
All while I was blissfully siting in one of Jenny Adin-Christie's classes. This meant that I was getting messages from Dearly Beloved about a "package from England?" or a "package from Australia?" or a "package from Jackie?"
I had failed to prepare him.
I will not make that mistake again.
So here's what arrived:
love your new spending , what fun .
ReplyDeleteThe same always happens to me.
Always arrives when I am out and hubby is in.
We can't win. Have fun hugs June.
What a wonderful assortment of goodies you succumbed to, Ann! You made me snort my coffee over your sentence about stop feeling 125. Happy Saturday!
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