So much of this is gorgeous, and I am in love with the rainbow firestar - omg, WANT. I still have to finish up really rather a lot for my package *grump* thanks to by beloved father, but think I can still ship on time!
whether the sender and receiver are both in what the mail service considers a major centres. If you are sending from a rural address to a rural address you can expect the maximum wait no matter which country starts the sending process.
I live in London. I'm pretty sure that's a 'major centre' ;-) I have no idea how big Sasquewitchywitchy*keyboardmash*etan is, but I get the impression it's not enormous.
(I am, by the way, taking the piss out of my inability to pronounce the name and not the place itself. I bet it's a lovely place, but I am too stupid to say it!)
I think this is totally awesome, but then I am a crazy freak who likes spiders [grin] Well done you for facing your fear and having the guts to do this - I do have a phobia, and there is NO FREAKING WAY I would cope with that even a tenth as well as you coped with this.
Sears actually did them based on a style of sewing chair that is, I think, Edwardian - the back is slightly more angled than usual so that it's comfortable sitting at a machine for long periods of time and the seat, as well as having that fabulous storage compartment, is a little more padded than most. I can't think why they aren't easier to find, they're completely ingenious [grin]
I work on the floor, too, though more out of necessity than preference! This is a wonderful book, and you are completely adorable [grin] I'm not surprised your mother cried - I think most mothers would!
SO ANNOYED. I posted last week that the last of my supplies would be here on Thursday. I know it was a bit late to be gathering supplies, but money dictated that was how it needed to be and there would have been plenty of time. My bank account is having some trouble at the moment, so my father had put the order through on his card and I gave him the cash. Well, it's Monday, and STILL nothing. So I called the company.
Apparently they'd decided it was safest not to ship because they'd been given an invalid email address (a typo) and THE PHONE NUMBER OF THE TALKING CLOCK.
My father is apparently so afraid of being spammed by a tiny family-run wool business in Yorkshire (when, I should add, he NEVER answers the phone anyway, it's ALWAYS me), that he gave them the effing TALKING CLOCK NUMBER. And, as he accidentally typoed his email address, they sensibly decided not to ship.
They now have MY email address and a valid phone number, and will be shipping tomorrow to arrive Wednesday. I hope I can still get done by the 11th, and promise to work my arse off trying to do so.