Sometimes when I'm not crafting, working, blogging or writing a master plan for my life, I think...This week I pondered why my postman thinks I'm a drug dealer.
I'm currently expecting about 10 parcels. Some of them I've been anticipating for 4-6 weeks. I could WALK those parcels here faster from Kentucky USA. Are customs messing with my mail? Do they suspect me of drug running? Why aren't those parcels in my possession? What's the hold up with my mail guys?
There is only one reasonable explanation. Australia Post suspects me of being a drug dealer. All my parcels are being held at the mail collections centre and being surreptitiously slit open so they can check for ice, or crack or whatever the trendy drug is these days. Maybe they're washing out my fabric hoping to get the washed in heroin out of it. Trust me AP, I'm so boring I don't even take Panadol. Deliver my stuff ! I need it to make uber awesome bright happy cheery quilts with it.
Fortunately these two parcels made it through in the last couple of weeks.
First from Marg for my birthday. (This took two weeks to make the arduous journey from her place to mine and we live in the same country.) Conversely I ordered fabric from America last Friday and it arrived today - go figure.
I have had the same pin cushion since about 1994. Thankfully I can now replace it with this luscious creation. Hand made by Marg. Isn't she talented? And then I can make some trendy new modern quilts with the patterns in this book which has been on my wish list at The Book Depository for quite a while. (pretty sure this is payback for the jelly roll quilt book I sent her for her birthday in July because she and I both need more projects on the go- bah ha ha )
How cute are these little buttons? When Little Miss Sunshine visits, this cushion will greet her in my guest bedroom. And you too, if you come to stay at Maison Pyjamas.
And for no reason at all Deb sent me this parcel which arrived yesterday. Actually the reason is because Deb is just so lovely and wonderful and lots of other adjectives that describe fabulous-ness.
Signage for the Royal Kitchen. Candle melt for the sewing room. Tea Towel so I can look at it and remember a time when I had to do dishes, and a gorgeous friendship book which will remind me of my fabulous New Zealand friend. (New Zealanders are honourary Aussies you know )
Thank you Marg and Deb. You're both total sweethearts.
P.S. I'm not a drug dealer by the way in case you're wondering. I read that washing heroin in and washing heroin out of fabric trick in a book once.