swoon

Yes, that's what I did,
I swooned over these fabrics

 a lust overcame me and I ripped these 

pink delights 

from their plastic abyss and dutifully oohed and aahed until I could bear it no more 

and then I swooned some more.
but the joy didn't stop there for there was more to ooh and ahh over!



magazines to read
to flick through
to spark the creative juices
to pick and pull new projects from
to just have and to hold



patterns
oh sweet sweet patterns
and a stitchery one to boot!
this woman knows me well, knows my inner lust
the thing that gets me going
relaxes
and satisfies me
.. patterns ..
.. stitcheries ..



I wanted to take many a pic of this little note book
it's so exotic and persian feeling
conjuring thoughts and images of sandy dunes
long dead languages and customs
it was accompanied by a fantastically coloured pen
not a blue or a true purple
but a wonderfully sensual mix of them both



all of the
love
thought
kindness
&
generosity
was wrapped in a cottony cocoon of Christmas

many thanks, hugs and kisses go to the fantastical
Kerri
for her loving gift
..