Woohoo! Finished all the tacking stitches. The quilt's ready to, well, quilt. : ) And there's only 5 of the individual strips of the other quilt left to pair up (though technically I spose it'll be one pair and one... No, I'm not going to say threesome. I'm not...) before I can start piecing that together. And I had a [ping] for another wall-hanging - silk, this time.
<g> As luck would have it the cubs and I are going up to Mum's for a couple of days which means we could pop into the Patchwork Teahouse to browse the lovely fabrics there...

<snigger> Found this do-it-yourself Romance thing on the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books site. Admittedly I tweaked it a little after reading the first result but not a lot. : )

Smart Bitch Madlibs: A Dark and Stormy Tryst.

It was a dark and middling pissing down night at shetland-blunderbuss Manor. Lord shetland-blunderbuss's gaze spent the slim body of the nubile young chit who stood before him. She came in trepidation.
'What is your name, little one?' he gruffed.
'Fufu,' she ratted. Her limpid glittering sapphire eyes clung to his face like a persistent nudibranch, soft yet stinging.
As he gazed at her, a burning sensation shot from his groin to his liver. It may have been chicken pox, but he doubted it. The finest twits in the land had tried their wiles on him, but all had failed. He was far too cynical about women after seeing his mother betray his father time after time again, the purple jade. But this girl's innocence touched him in unexpected ways. His gaze dropped to her pouting ruby footsies.
'Well, Fufu,' he sneered, 'I believe you will get exactly what you were looking for!' With those words, his hands shot out and pulled her to him. She squeaked like a girl in dismay, but her protest soon turned into sighs of pleasure as he ravaged her soft, unpracticed mouth. He ground his hard, aroused body against her hips. He heard her give a shocked gasp, and she hoofed away from his grasp.
'My lord!' she exclaimed. 'Was that your manly... bitter melon I felt?' She blushed furiously. 'I'm afraid that was most improper of you!'
'Oh my dear,' he purred, 'Before the night is through, you will do a lot more than feel the potency of my man-spam!'
'Obesa cantavit,' she cried, before he covered her mouth yet again and overwhelmed her qualms with a melting kiss.

<giggling>
Obesa cantavit is apparently Latin for 'the fat lady has sung' and came from this site helpfully supplied by the Smart Bitches.

Had an interesting dream the other night. Only have fleeting impressions of what was going on - vaguely spy-thrillerish, I think - but the setting was amazing. It was all happening at a train-station on a pier, part of which was a huge domed building. I was looking up at the ceiling, entranced by the visual effects of the contrasting brown and white marble panels way up there shifting in and out of position. Watching it was almost like having vertigo, but in a trippy, nice kind of way. : ) It's not often I have dreams that have a physical effect on me. Always fun when they do...