Favourites

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I only have a few holdovers from my eleven years lived in Yorkshire, England. The spelling of favourite is one, drinking British teas, and calling gas petrol. I used to employ the British pronunciation of tomato, but now tomato has the long A, yet it has been seventeen years since we left the United Kingdom.

I thought about favourites, not the spelling but the meaning, as I got up from my computer earlier today, taking a quick break from The Hawk, then passing the fabric stack pictured above. That swan, from Anna Maria Horner, makes me giddy, makes me want to include it in every EPP project I have currently underway, not to mention in machine-pieced shinies. Returning to my PC, I began a new post, typed the title, then went about whatever I was doing, probably reading The Hawk. What had been a couple of chapters a day has morphed into like five, perhaps more. I could look it up in my journal, but suffice to say, with just a couple dozen chapters left, I am ripping through that story, wanting to reach The End, even if I know what will happen. Because, as I've found in the last couple of days, I've forgotten some of the nuances, and OMG, I love what I did there.

Isn't that a funny notion, reading an old story and still being thrilled by it? Especially one you wrote yourself, LOL! I don't feel that way for all my novels, haha, but this one has grabbed my heart, and I can't help but keep reading. I've given up trying to write until I complete these revisions, there's only room within me at the moment for one novel. Okay, two, as I'm still editing the next Enran book, although I didn't get to that today. Tomorrow, sure! Tomorrow I'll read a few chapters of that tale, but my focus is on what's going to happen to Lynne and Eric! 

And will I manage to squeeze that adorable swan into yet one more EPP creation....

I wish I felt this in love with Red Sky at Night. I'm just not digging the small paper pieces of the EPP, sadly enough. I'm not even certain if I'll push through the rest of the paper-pieced blocks; perhaps I'll focus on those half-square triangles. The QAL begins tomorrow, not that I'm locked into the schedule, yet I've kind of mentally committed myself to it. It's not a fave, but then not everything I do stirs my heart at the same level. I'd be an emotionally overwrought mess if that was the case.

Favorites became FAVOURITES just a few years into living in England, a place so dear to my heart, a slice of time that continues to dwell within me, even if in small slivers. I'll probably not read The Hawk again once it's completely released, but I'm loving it now. And once I run out of Swanmore, by Anna Maria Horner, well, I'll drool over it in the snippets I'm placing hither and thither. Such is the way of things, because I only have two hands and so many active brain cells. And how many other priceless treasures are waiting to be discovered, prose and cotton-like in nature?

Many, I'm sure. New favourites will be embraced, once they find me.

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