The Keurigg got a good workout this evening. Armenia loves her Hazelnut Vanilla that I stock just for my little sweetie pie. The aroma is divine and I always make sure I have a coffee directly following hers so I get a hint of the flavour in my dark roast. I can’t drink the anything but regular coffee because of the sugar content but a trace doesn’t hurt. The weather is nippy in the evenings and a hot cup of java hits the spot! I was drinking decafe for a bit because of my heart skipping beats, but the taste was a step above bath water so if I have a coffee, I’m going for the real thing and I’ll just limit the intake to keep the ticker happy. I'll tell you one thing; the memory of a real coffee is better than drinking decaffeinated swill.
Armenia showed off her pillows. She hooked the fronts and Sue sewed the backs. We all do nice things for Armenia because she's sweeter than sugar. Pam had a finished fishing scene and pulled her last loops on the Cone Santa this evening, getting a head start for the holidays. Sue is coming around the last lap on her Susan Leslie design called Lunenburg Compass. We all agree the colours are stellar and they might breathe some new life into the pattern that never really got a lot of attention. I think the design has a lot of appeal, with the compass in the center and the buildings around the perimeter. The shape of the outer border with the diagonal corners is quite unique which lends perfectly to the design elements. Of all of Susan’s designs this one seemed to pale against the more recognizable Lunenburg harbour fronts.
Geez, did I miss anyone? Oh yes, Linda Ruth isn’t in a picture but she hooked a few squares on hubby’s bedside inch rug and then I took over when she left early. She just dropped in to sit and socialize, too tired to haul her own project over. She had a busy summer at her antique store “Come By Chance Antiques”. The center squares are now completed so the plain section should go a lot faster. I’ll pick away at it over time, it might get done before Christmas, cross my fingers!
I looked over the crowd and smiled. I often wonder what our male tenant thinks hearing all the screams of laugher through the walls. You can never be totally sound proofed so the noise must permeate the division between the units. He probably thinks, there go those hooker’s again......they must be up to something with all the commotion and he would be right!