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June 24, 2020

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Toffeeapple

That is sublime! I know that in Islam images of people is not allowed, but the first sight of this design made me think of a silhouette of a man. It looks so good, well done!

juliet brown

That is absolutely exquisite, and the final photo - I would be drooling outside a shop as lovely as that. perfection

Dawn in NL

Beautiful and I love the photo of the shop. How many more rugs/carpets will you make?

Nancy Enge

Ach! So lovely and beautifully stitched. You make my fingers ache to pull out my stalled petit point rug projects :)

Susan D in Toronto

So so nice. Exquisite.

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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."

    'Well, I'll be damned. God bless me. Lord, Lord … upon my word and honour … I'll be damned to Hell and back again … strike me down. Killick, Killick, rouse out a bottle of champagne -- pass the word for the Doctor -- here, Killick, there's for you -- God love us all -- ha, ha, ha.'

    Killick took the handful of money, put it slowly into his pocket with a look of extreme suspicion and walked out of the cabin, his lips pursed in disapproval. Jack leapt from his seat, took several turns fore and aft, chuckling from time to time, his mind filled with mingled love, happiness, fulfilment, and a most piercing nostalgia."

    -- from The Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian

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