Also, dianahobart has not answered her telephone, e-mails, or cries for her attention on LJ for three days, now. I am forced to conclude that she has been eaten by wolves. Or pirates. Kidnapped, not eaten. Or ninjas. Or ninja pirates. Or perhaps foreign spies have abducted her in order to use her knowledge of the fibre arts in a cunning campaign of terror and poly-cotton blends. Any moment now, sweater-vested and stripe-socked ninjas will leap from the chimneys and heating vents of Canadian homes, silencing the residents with bright pink Canadiana. It will be terrible. And ironic. And I am mildly alarmed, but only mildly, that I dredged up enough crafting terminology to write that paragraph. ;)
Seriously, Nadja, where the hell are you? o.O
Nearly finished the Not So Secret Holiday Gift for dragonfly. Three stripes to go. Back to work.