Fatpuss is absolutely beside himself with pride. He is taking all the credit , that greedy puss, for being the one who *really* inspired you all to take part, and he would like to thank everyone for the nice compliments about him and his magnificent haunches. That cat's got booty, he truly does. He is without doubt a truly marvellous animal and is pleased you all recognise it too.
There's been nearly three days break in transmission, which is primarily due to my having flown to Sydney for a girls' weekend with the Sister Of My Heart and Mountaingirl, who live (conveniently) very close to each other.
And what have I made them do while we've been having this girl's weekend? I've made them go to fabric shops, naturally, even though neither of them are the crafty type. They're good friends, these gals. They have the kind of patience I wish I were able to develop.
Want to see what I bought? I had to come all the way to Sydney to get it, but LOOK and BEHOLD - my magnificent new corduroy collection.
(I just need to say something first: Penrith Lincraft, you suck. Apart from your one nice boy at the service counter, you suck big time. You need to know this.)But Penrith Spotlight, you totally rock!! If anyone out there is in need of a wide range of corduroy I cannot recommend this store enough. I've never known a Spotlight like it. The lovely Jo who served me actually knew about fabric, and showed an interest in what I was buying, and even managed not to fall over with hilarity when I asked if she could whisper the total price to me so I didn't faint. (It was $362, if you're wondering. See? Now you understand why I needed it to be whispered.)
And I got this lovely variety of 30's inspired cotton as well, which I just love.
Of course, it's completely the wrong kind of weather to be sewing it up - I think I'm going to make it into clothes - but it was one of those moments where I knew I wasn't going to be back here for a little while, and I had to weigh up the possibility of not buying it and never finding it again, against the overweight baggage fee and the near-impossible chance of sneaking it into the house unseen by My One True Love.
It was a mighty internal struggle and I dithered for .... oh, at least fifteen seconds.
In the end there was really no question. Reader, I bought it.
And then I bought these two pieces as well. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, eh?
