Ahhh... but the wicked embroidery witch is cunning. She has put a spell on the quilter who quickly realizes how calming it is to wile away the evenings in a big chair under a quilt with a puppy asleep in her lap while she makes tiny little stitches. The spell runs deep because once the pumpkin is done, she misses the handwork and binding quilts is just not enough to satisfy her anymore.
So even though she's been so good all year and hasn't been buying new projects, she hears the wicked embroidery witch say "go to Crabapple Hill..."
...and she does...not knowing this is the coven's lair...
...and she sees a pattern and she knows she is bewitched...
...she clicks off the website really REALLY fast because SHE IS NOT BUYING ANYTHING.
But it was too late.
The spell is cast.
For weeks, in the back of her mind was a little green voice...
hocus pocus, hocus pocus, hocus pocus
The quilter is lured back in and as if controlled by another, she clicks the button and a week later..
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...the pattern is in her mailbox...
...and far off in the distance...she can hear a wicked little giggle...
"you should have never taken the pumpkin for now your are mine..."
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Welcome to Hocuspocusville!