I'm piecing an I Spy children's quilt as fast as I can for a Christmas gift.
Pooh is uphappy if he is not the center of my world.
This cat will be the death of me. I swear, he drives...me...CRAZZZZZYYY!!! But...I love him so much. This is what it's like to sew with him around. I lose count of how many times I (gently) toss him off the table.
See how he tortures me? He dares me!!! He triple-DOG-dares me. I'm such a nice person, he knows I'll never hurt him, which emboldens him even more.
I would move that tail if I were you!!!
So do you think he loves me and likes my company?
Is it the heat of the light bulb in the sewing machine?
Or is he intentionally trying to drive me crazy?
Sometimes I really wonder if he actually plots against me.
GET OFF!!!
Against all odds, I'm making progress.
...Making progress because the beast has to nap every now and then...
...For the love of all that is good and holy...
I give up. I need a break. Time to quit for awhile. This is not a staged photo which cracks me up even more. My daughter felt it was appropriate to document my trials.
(Check out the Snuggie commercial in the background. LOL).