Thread:Tapasz/@comment-28612184-20180427152816/@comment-33771590-20180427194538

Ok, ok. Sorry. You just do as you will in the creative, uh, sewing department...

It was a dark and stormy night. The mansion was cold and damp. The power had gone out hours ago. There was a knock on the door. The woman in the black kimono tread carefully to the foyer. Thunder crashed and lightning flashed. Her foot stepped on something hard on the floor. She bent down to see what it was and cursed, "Damn scissors!" She picked them up and proceeded through the foyer. Upon opening the door she saw three large packages on the portico. She laughed hysterically and began to dance around the packages, scissors in her hand. It was a dark and stormy night.