inspired by stocktaking

I have spent the day counting stock at the Quaker Tapestry. I won't mind if I don't see another postcard for a while now, but it was pleasant counting the tapestry wools. Each time you open a box, a new colour awaits you. It could be the palest of pinks or the brightest of reds. The names are lovely too. Custard yellow, flamingo and kingfisher.

I just hope I dream of the tapestry wools and not endless bundles of postcards!