Retail Therapy

Thank you all very much for your kind comments and votes of support on my last post. I feel better now that you, my friends, know a little more about what makes me tick and how sometimes the ticking isn't all that regular :o). I'm sure I have a difficult road ahead of me, discovering all sorts of things about myself and about those I hold dear, but with the help of friends far and near, it won't be quite as hard...

Well, as you all know there's nothing like a little retail therapy to cheer up a sad stitcher, so last Friday Harmien and I went to the villagette of Abbenbroek to enjoy the Summer Sale at Crown Stitches. I make it sound as if we just hopped in the car and drove there at the speed of light, but let me tell you, without Harmien to read the map we would never - EVER - have gotten there. Only a few miles from said village, we were so tired, so sick of the road, so hungry and so desperately in need of a toilet and sustenance, that we had a little fast food therapy as well...

Thank you, Harmien, for taking this picture and then putting away your camera and forgetting to photograph the really important things, like the inside of Liezbeth's home, which also happens to be a quilter's heaven and a stitcher's - slash - stash-gatherer's dream. Here's two pictures of my haul:

The red fabric is already in use:

This is the last you'll see of this project for now. It's a present (yes, a stitched gift! That's my idea of falling off a wagon), and the presentee is a reader of this humble blog, so this is just a peek before you can actually see what it's going to be.
The charts I got are Stitcher's Prayer by CHS, two pumpkin-themed Stacy Nash designs, and Garden Walk, by our very own Monique, which I'm looking forward to stitching some time soon.
This is my progress on Judith's neighbourhood so far:

And... Okay, you've asked for it, so don't blame me... here's a picture of my patch.

Holy moly. I'm afraid I'm going to have to borrow some of my neighbours' gardens soon...

It's starting to feel like one creepy Halloween already, but that might also have something to do with the freakish weather we've been 'enjoying'.

I'm not in a very writeative mood today. Nothing personal. This always happens after I hand in a translation. Yes, the Blazing Little Christmas stories are now a thing of the past. Thank heavens. All those jingle bells were starting to get on my nerves, and they didn't do anything for my desire to stitch Christmas ornaments, which is still as non-existent as it was before I started working on this book. It's a good thing it's only October July.

Coffee and bed.
No.
Coffee in bed.
With a book.
Nice.