Pulling strings. Thank you and a giveaway.

This is my three-hundreth post on Mother Paradox. Jeesh, what a blabbermouth I am. So in honor of YOU, yes you, the loyal reader, the lurker, the person who might randomly find my blog when you google Nuchal Rigidity and Where the Mind Goes, yes, all of you, I have a giveaway. I am giving away a table runner which will be very similar to this one (flowers not included):

I am making this design again (I have one and I made one for this lovely beast as part of my Craft it Forward dealy-o). It's good, I think, because it has almost every color you could imagine with dark brown as pretty much the tie-in for the whole thing.

So, if you think you might like to win one of these things, leave a comment and I will do a drawing. You must post a comment by 7:00 a.m. EST on Monday morning, October 10th, which is when I will let Manny do the honors of selecting the name out of a hat.

Okay, then.

Onto more thank you's. I want to heartfully thank every single person who has sent me a bead and a lovely supportive note. I wanted to send each and every one of you a hand written thank you note, but I can see that the impending referral that is coming has me remembering how much a little one can absorb all of your time. I must get my life in order (whatever that actually means, I mean that concept just haunts my ass on. a. daily. basis.). Part of that order is putting that beautiful collection of beads into a strand and to begin wearing it. Up until now, I only gaze at them lovingly.

Just an aside. My dad always amiably bitches about my mom's sewing. 'There she is, pulling strings. As usual.' I find that crazily endearing. I also find this memory of him very endearing. They used to have an in-ground pool at their old house. When I visited them, I would inevitably be in the pool when he arrived home from work, scruffy and dirty. He would walk into the poolshed, get into his little fridge, grab a couple of beers, yell "Incoming!" and toss them high into the air and they would land dangerously close to me. He'd chortle, and go inside to get into his trunks.

So, I will be pulling strings. To gather together the love and support that you have given me through your beads. And to give something back to all of you.