|"How come he has a cookie and I don't?"|
She doesn't seem to know what to make of it.
My closet, AKA Karen's House of Fabrics, got her attention, too.
|"Oh, my stars! ....and stripes! ...and plaids, and polka dots, and swirls, and batiks, and..."|
Time will tell if she has a penchant for colors; for right now, she's mighty fine company and that is a huge help to me. She seems to like the outer room best.
|"Seriously. I'm watching you, Cookie Dog."|
They seem to be having an on-going staring match. Me? I've finished the quilting on the runner!
|Almost done quilting!|
I loosened up and got a lot of the "feel" back as I went.
Speaking of staring matches, someone else thought I should be doing something other than quilting yesterday.
|"Look into my eyes. Deeper ... deeper ... "|
That's the back of the table runner, by the way
He's ... he's like the Bela Lugosi version of Dracula, pulling his victims in with this mesmerizing stare. Here he is, getting serious:
|"Yes ... that's it. You want to go for a ride. You must go for a ride. Look deeper..."|
You have no idea how forceful that look is!
Next shot on my iPhone:
Yeah, well, you would, too.
I got ready to fold and press my binding in half that I pieced together 10 million years ago. You know. After we got back.
It would have been a nice idea to go ahead and trim all those waste triangles off back in March of 2012, don't you think?
Before too long, I had it all trimmed, crisply pressed, and wound around my spool, ready to sew on! (Check the last pic here for an explanation of that.)
|All set to bind!|
Before I do the binding, I need to write out a label, then I'm all set to sew. Maybe later this afternoon. Unless I need to go for a ride.
Thanks for reading!