Over and over again, I had been reading through these lovely comments on Lucy, the lady-chair and hadn't even noticed her arrival.
"I feel a little bit lost" I said, "because I want to say 'thank you' to all those people and don't know, how to do it properly. I always fear to sound pathetic when trying to express my feelings in English."
"Then try it in your mother tongue instead!" was Mo's conclusion, which made perfect sense to me.
I wrote down:
Liebe Leser aus aller Welt,
wir waren sehr überrascht über die vielen freundlichen Kommentare zu Lucy, dem Damensessel, und freuen uns wie wahnsinnig darüber! Ein dickes fettes Dankeschön an Euch alle, Ihr seid absolute Spitze!
I sighed with relief and Mo gave me a gentle slap on my back. "Can we get productive again, then?" she said, pointing at an old lamp, that I had painted recently but which was still lacking a lampshade make-over.
Moments later, I was examining our pool of vintage fabrics and everything went quite well until Mo decided, like in so many cases, that there was still something missing.
"You are right! It's got a lampshade now, but it isn't finished yet" I admitted carelessly.
"Fortunately we can make use of Mo's up-cycling rule No. 1" Mo replied with confidence.
"Which is?" I asked.
"When in doubt, add a flower!" she smiled and one second later, the so-called muse was gone.
I started crocheting and added some flowers to the lower ribbon of the lamp shade, which seemed to me fairly sensible at that time.
Then, as a logical consequence, I begun to add some flowers to the lampshade itself.
I didn't notice, the crochet flower virus was having a good grip on me, again. So things were getting out of control soon.
I had pinned half a flower shop to the lampshade before I got aware of what I was doing here. I surveyed my deed with a vague feeling. Was it good? Bad? Fine? Ugly? I didn't know. I was stuck. Fortunately I hadn't sewn most of the flowers to the lampshade, yet. I could still take them off again. I needed an advice, but where was Mo? All I could do, was to put some of her little furniture below the lamp, in hopes of luring her out.
As I'm writing this, I am still waiting for her, to take a seat and give me a hint.
What do you think, she will say?
Have a great time!
Yours Jo (and Mo)