Thankful Thursday

God bless the Canadians!  Hell if I know if they invented hockey, but bless my soul, are those players ever hot!  Big, rugged burly men on skates smacking the crap out of one another with stick or fists?  How can you not love that? 

And now there's one more reason to celebrate the awesomeness of my northern neighbor...my blogland buddy, Melanie.

Melanie, how did you know my yesterday was crap?  The package arrived today and I held off on opening it for THREE SOLID HOURS.  How's that for restraint?!  Alrighty then!


SQUEAL!!

I feel rather sheepish since all I sent her was one measly pincushion and look what I got in return...

 
The lighting doesn't do it justice.  Moose pencils for me and the Co-Defendants; button push pins; bath salts with a message on the back "For days filled with crooked seams, lost points, or when the school calls!"; and two pincushions...one my moi and one for The Diva.  I love the cathedral window pincushion and have got to try to make one myself.  The Diva snatched up Thing One and Thing Two so fast, it was a blur.  Perhaps she recognized kindred spirits.  I am truly spoiled...and I like it!

Thank you, Melanie, so much! 

I'm so blessed!

For Moi!

There, that's the extent of my French vocabulary.  Actually, that's not true, it's just that the rest of what I know is dirty.  And no, I didn't learn it all from that damn Moulin Rouge song...it was Catholic high school.  Let's just leave it at that, shall we?  Ahem...


I've said it before, and because the Co-Defendants have sucked out whatever brains I've ever had, I'll say it again...and again...and again, that opening my mailbox is about as fun as a rectal exam by an arthritic physician.  There's a visual to stick with ya!  Seriously, you don't have to thank me.

But today, the postman was my buddy and not just because the man likes to gossip!

My pincushion from Ohio Michele arrived!  The Diva was thoroughly put out that the package wasn't for her.  What did fuddy-duddy old Mom need with a surprise package anyway?

Lookee what I got...

The card is gorgeous and I know my mom will try to snatch it from me since peacocks are her absolute favorite.  The whole pretty package was tied with the peacock fabric.  Michele, I love it!  Thank you!!  It's so cute and tiny, kind of like one of those pups Paris Hilton likes to lug around in her purse only without the shedding and snarling and it's useful...squeal! 

Happy day, y'all!

Save The Pincushions!

You know, like 'Save the Whales'?  Oh, never mind...

I'm now down to TWO pincushions I'm willing to swap with someone, anyone to save them from the fate of disappearing into the abyss I call Co-Defendant #2's room. 

I can't tell you which ones are left because Mickey T and Melanie have already staked their claim, but I think they're all pretty cute.

Any takers?


Save the pincushions!



Let's Swap

Okay, so I got to thinking...close your mouths please it's really not THAT shocking...that since I've gotten a taste for swapping that I'd like to do it again.

And, no, I don't mean my husband.

I've got four pincushions left.  If they stay in this house any longer, they'll wind up in Co-Defendant #2's room and she's got enough crap stuffed in there that I swear one day I'll find Jimmy Hoffa.  Or that acting talent Brad Pitt supposedly has. 

Anybody out there want to swap pincushions with me?  If more than four folks say yes, I'll use the random number generator to pick 'em for me (after I pick myself up off the floor from the shock, that is).  And yes, I'll ship international.

So...who's up for a swap?

Have a great Tuesday, y'all!

Takk!

Google better be on target with the post title translation...otherwise, I might be in really big trouble.

I'd like to be able to claim patience as one of my many virtues, but alas, like George Washington, I cannot tell a lie.  Oh, who am I kidding?!  I've told plenty and I'm fairly certain our founding father was no saint either.  Now, where was I?  Oh, yes... 

I have very impatiently been waiting for a little package of goodness from fellow blogger, Turid, in Norway and had begun to think that the U.S. Postal Service had sent it to parts unknown.  Turid suggested a pincushion swap after reading about some that I'd made here.  Having never participated in a swap and thinking that it sounded like fun, I accepted.

I practically mauled the postman this morning, y'all...look what I got!

The pincushion is made from selvages and has pretty pink decorative stitching.

I love it, Turid!  Thanks for suggesting the swap and for such an awesome pincushion.  It was worth the wait!

Happy quilting, y'all!