And the winner is...

Thank you for entering the -- was it a contest? I suppose it was. Thank you for entering, also to the newbies. The winner, ladies and gents, is...

...absolutely bloody no-one. Not a single one of you guessed the project I started as soon as I was done drooling over my new stash. This is both saddening and uplifting to me: saddening because, apparently, despite all of these years of blogging in which you would hope to build up a certain bond with your reading public, not a single reader (not even my supposed best friend, who has known me for close to twenty years) knows me well enough to know the mysterious ways in which my mind works. On the other hand, if you like the glass-half-full approach (which I happen to do), you could say that I'm not as predictable as I tend to think I am.
My new start, honeybuns, is this one:

The latest BBD Loose Feathers design, called Summer Basket. Check last post's pictures: it's there. You didn't see that one coming, did you? Well, obviously not. Would you like to know what my erstwhile best friend said when I disclosed the answer on the phone earlier this week?
'You're strange'. Which is what she tells me at least once a week anyway, so that's why I thought... Oh, never mind. At least I can keep all of my stitchy things for myself :o)

The reason for my change of heart (remember I told you I didn't like the new Loose Feathers design?) remains a mystery, even to me. All I know is that the same thing happened with Rites of Spring, and you can see what that led to in my side-bar :o) I suppose that, after all of that (very yummy) dark green of Salem Remembered and the almost sinful pleasure it gave me to work on it, I just felt like working with some pastel colours. Once I saw Summer Basket's pastel colours scattered on that Baby Breath linen and exchanged a very Pink Brandy from the kit for a very Brandy Brandy from my stash, I was hooked. The picture doesn't do the colours any justice at all, nor does the picture on the cover of the chart (see, Gio, I had already figured that out!)
There's also a gift in the making (though not for any of you, strangers that you are), but obviously, I can't show that one yet. Actually, it is for someone who visits this blog and who leaves comments, too, but she was wise enough to refrain from guessing :o)

In case you were wondering, Pantoef is doing fine. The information that he is now bollock-less hasn't reached his brains yet and he still terrorises the household with his wild and wicked ways, only now he has added climbing and simultaneously eating my plants to his repertoire and he takes even more delight in climbing my legs (either clothed or bare). I've given up on the no-cats-on-the-kitchen-counter rule, because I work from home and I can't afford to get up every two seconds to wield the plant spray only to be rewarded with a scornful look and something that I can only describe as a defiant grin.

In the almost words of the great Spinster Stitcher: Damn cat.

Yours unpredictably,
Annemarie.