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April 14, 2020



I enjoyed this post, with the many steps towards completing your shops. Your honesty regarding setbacks was refreshing, and dare I say, encouraging.
I particularly liked the chimney pots. I can imagine that it is sometimes difficult to suppress the dedire for perfection. Defects, smudges, cracks etc are necessary to reflect the age of the shops and house. The soot is a delightful addition.
Keep safe!

juliet brown

Wow your patience! And such skill, love the colours and where you see bubbles or imperfections I see how it probably looks after a few years on the high street. Funnily enough I was thinking about you and your little houses etc the other night as I am knitting little houses as a cushion (Ravelry - Copenhagen - its a blanket but I am settling for smaller), in some ways it is very exciting building my small town of houses - even Gravel-guy is getting opinionated about colours (pfft he can learn to knit his own). Anyway once your tea shop as the menu up I am reading for moving in - I'm very partial to a good cup of tea (Darjeeling please) and toasted teacake (thank you).

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  • "'Then I am the first,' cried Pullings with infinite satisfaction. 'Let me wish you and Mrs. Aubrey all the joy in the world.' He grasped Jack's limp, wondering hand, wrung it numb, and showed the printed page, reading aloud, '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son and heir,"' following the words with his finger.

    'Give it here,' said Jack. He grasped the magazine, sloped the page to the light and pored over it intently.

    '"At Ashgrove Cottage, Chilton Admiral, in Hants, the lady of Captain Aubrey, of the Boadicea, of a son."

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    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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