The dude has swept himself off to the left coast with the computer, so I will have to post from work and sans pictures, unfortunately. Before you feel more bad for me than you do him, he sat on the runway in PHL for 2.5 hours (thunderstorms) and missed his connection to PDX. So he was held hostage at LAS. They gave him a new ticket that would get him in precisely 24 hours late. He told me he knew he was getting old: instead of saying, "Woohoo 24 hours in Vegas, baby!" he was cranky about not getting to his conference, spent two hours on the phone getting new tickets--to get in 4 hours earlier--and stayed in a hotel with no casino.
I'm working on My Sunshine while my sunshine is away. And today I'm roughly in the middle of the design, stitching the clouds apropos of Philly's crappy weather.
And, Isabelle, the dude doesn't disapprove of my stash acquisition habit. In fact, he recently went to the LNS to pick up the stash I had ordered. It's just that I sometimes look around at the stacks and stacks of projects in my craft room and wonder, how the hell much money have I spent on things I may never get to? Don't you all have that feeling too?