the stitcher and the weaver

it could totally be the title of a little tale...

it was the fugace meeting between me, stitching in the sun yesterday afternoon at my inlaws' (I actually wore a tank top for a couple of hours)

and a weaver ... of the tiny sized kind.

she offered her help, for me to finish faster (so sweet of her for willing to give a helping ... er ... leg), but I told her that I was not weaving, but stitching ... so I carried her to the closest flower & waved byebye. I told her, before going in another direction, that I may need her help one day, for actually weaving, that time ... who knows ? I'd know where to find her, she said. :)

so we're leaving until Sunday evening, today. Let's hope that the strikes won't produce too much of a mess (let's hope, I say). I'm going to prepare a couple of "easy, low content posts", that will auto-post while I'll be away. It won't be long, though, I know.

at any rate, I want to wish you all a good end of the week, good last days of October. Valérie, even though it's not sure you're going to read this, please know that I sincerely think of you & L.

oxox