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In 5 entries, I will arrive at my 1000 post. It only took me 8 years to make it. I don't know if I should be ashamed of my lack of prolifity or proud that I spammed the internet rather less than I thought I would when I first received the code. Also nothing has changed much in 8 years. I began this journal complaining about anything and everything and it seems that that is exactly what I still do. Ah well. If I didn't complain I doubt I should ever have anything to write.

I have begun a new book, having finally finished Death on the Nile. This one is by Josephine Tey and is called The Franchise Affair, written sometime between 1920 and '50. I adore Mrs. Sharpe like none other. She is a straight-backed old lady with an acerbic tongue and holds her own against the Scotland Yard detective and her accuser with not a hint of weakness. Brilliant lady.

Also I need to stop buying fabric. The place where I ordered my tea dress fabric from put out an e-mail for their sale not two days ago. Naturally I had to peruse the offerings - I found the fabric needed for my walking jacket, a yard of embroidered knit overlay that I've no idea what I'll do with, and lawn fabric for my Gibson Girl blouse. Also I'm determined to make a Chemise la Reine after the disaster that became of the one I attempted not very long ago, and I've been looking at new patterns and portraits to decide what I might like. (What do you mean, finish a project and then start a new one? Piffle!)

I had a stray cat attempt to follow me into my house yesterday. It was the second time I'd seen it - last time it ran off rather quickly. S/he is orange, white and black - a right proper Halloween kitten - and just as fluffy as my dear siberian back home. S/he's still a bit skittish, but only when I stand. If I'm sitting s/he'll sit right in my lap and purr. I desperately want to keep him/her, but I know it would never be allowed. Stupid Leopalace.

Now if only the fabric would appear at my lonely door, I could play with the dear thing outside.