I have spent quite a bit of my summer break watching tv. Lazy? Yes. But in my defense, I just discovered the show Burn Notice and have been watching every season on Netflix. In order to make my lazy self feel better about becoming a couch potato, I tried to think of things I could do that would allow me to sit in front of the tv for 2 or 3 episodes a day and still be somewhat productive. That's when I remembered I had a quilt that I pieced together over a decade ago. Once I finished the quilt top, I promptly folded it up and put it in a box. I thought that I could rummage around until I found it and actually do the hand quilting to finish it up.
I spread it out on the bed in a guest bedroom until I decided what to do with it. Although the fabrics are beautiful, it doesn't really go with anything in my house anymore. While I was staring at it and waiting for an inspiration to hit me in the head, Phoebe came to investigate.
That was four days ago. Phoebe has since claimed the quilt top as hers and will only leave to eat and visit her litter box.
I'm a little afraid to try to move her in order to work on it...
|What are you staring at???|
|This is mine. Mine. Go away.|
|Did you not hear me? Mine. I'm even going to ruin your photo with my paw.|