
Work continues on the
slightly secret project. Tell you what, the first person to guess what it is EXACTLY gets a prize. I'll make you a patchwork scottie dog, if you'd like one. But you have to guess exactly - 'something patchwork' or 'a quilt' is not exact enough. So there - you've got a clue. Get guessing.
The postman has been very good to me. Maybe he senses that I am waiting for more fabric and without it I can't get on with the next
dresden plate quilt that's haunting my dreams. Whilst he doesn't bring the fabric I'm getting impatient for he has brought me gifts.
This little piece of quilted gorgeousness is from the quilt dude himself,
John. Who offered up this awesome kindle case he'd made when he heard I'd got one for Christmas. Yesterday the kindle, the case and me went on the train. I saw one other person with a kindle type of thing, but she didn't have a fancy schmancy case for hers. She doesn't have an awesome friend like John, though.
John - you rock. And that notebook? It's too nice to use and will sit with my other too nice to use things. (Once John sent me a pencil - that is also too nice to use). I have quite a collection of too nice to use objects. I think I get that from my Grandma, she had bed sheets that she never used. They were still in the packets when it was time to move her into the nursing home. I hope I can bring myself to use my fancy stuff before I'm moved into a nursing home. Maybe I should make an extra big effort, but just write special things in my special notebooks?

And then, just yesterday, when I got home from the big smoke I spotted an envelope on the table for me. Still no fabric, but this made up for it. It was complete surprise. I had no clue it was coming. It's a chicken pincushion. Yep, you guessed it, it's too nice for pins. He (or I guess, she) will just sit on the shelf next to the computer with my other precious stuff. Maybe I'll stick one pin in her for effect? I don't know. That seems a bit cruel. Isn't she awesome? She has rice in her bum, so she's all crunchy feeling, I sat last night crunching her whilst I watched TV. The fun never stops in this house.
Miss Chicken was a surprise gift from
Rebecca who had made pin cushions a little while ago on her blog, and I asked if they were from a pattern. She said yes, would I like it? I forgot all about it, like I tend to do, having the brain of a chicken (how coincidental). And then Miss Chicken turns up, with the pattern as well. Too cool.

So, John, and Rebecca - thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. This is a week full of good stuff!