Melly, the action-figure

Here you see Miss Melly, who came rushing to the aid of this future shop keeper's cry for help. We had a little painting party this morning, she, Kathy, and I. Oh, alright already... it was as much a party as, say, having a root canal, but we laughed and talked, and the time seemed to speed by. That makes it like root canal, but with xylocaine and goofy-gas. Just showing off the progress... This isn't the best angle of the shop, but I'll see Kathy at knitting next week, and I don't want to live in fear of retaliation. Painting does things to a person. You could tell she'd been swabbing the walls all morning. You'll notice I didn't let photos of moi be taken, either. It's my camera and I'm not having it used against me. Heh, heh.

More 'stuff' for the shop came today. Evidently I've been drinking and ordering, because I swear half the stuff was a total and complete shock. Not in an omg, wtf kind of way, just, you know... a what was I thinking? kind of way. I hope I haven't grossly over-estimated my potential customer base. I bought some fiercely cool stuff, but I hang out on over-seas blogs a lot and I may have to do a little re-education on the crafty locals. (Quilters, I mean... you knittahs are best left untampered with.) Now I'm off to brew some decaf and rest my painting-weary knees. Have a most excellent evening. I'll try and do this all over again tomorrow. With maybe some photographic evidence of why someone else should be doing the ordering of Spanish perle cotton... Cami