This is a picture of Audrey this morning, doing a little dance in front of the newest addition to our household. Frankly, on this side of the camera I was tempted to do a little jig, too.
Apologies in advance... this entire post will be spent relaying a story about polyfil. Boring? Probably, but I know there are lots of you who understand the lure of a favourite crafting tool only too well. Late last week I discovered that my local polyfil vendor had stopped stocking my favourite brand. After a bit of investigation, it seemed that no one else in my state stocked it and the wholesaler no longer had any either. My favourite stuff! With just the right amount of spring and weight! What to do?! After a few calls, I wound up on the phone to a woman named Julie from an insulation company on the other side of Adelaide. Usually, I buy my polyfil in 1 kilogram bags, and at best I was hoping to scrounge a couple of those from the back of someone's warehouse. But, no... at the back of Julie's warehouse was 30 kilograms of it! More than 7 months worth, apparently sitting there untouched for years. Sold! So this morning at 7.45am, a very friendly courier man delivered my 30 kilo enormo-brick of polyfil. We can't fit it through the front door! But, at the end of a long week full of everything that makes this time of year so busy, I'm not afraid to say that this makes me quite happy! Abby, this is as close to that silo as I'll ever get! Merry christmas, indeed!
