I am trying to get some sewing done here. I have my little Birdseye Star Block units all cut out and ready to sew together. I have time, I am organized and prepared, and there is nothing stopping me.
Except for this little devil, who is bored and wants my attention. Who is going through every little trick in her book to get my goat.
I wear these Uggs when I walk her in the morning, and had left them in the coat closet by the front door. She dragged one out, ragged it around for awhile, then came into the sewing room to be sure I saw that she was up to no good. Of course I gave chase and wrestled the boot away from her. "Sophie! Be good! Leave me alone!"
No, Eleanor Burns was not at my house, pitching scraps over her shoulder willy nilly. I put my scraps in the waste basket properly, which is positioned right underneath my cutting table. Everytime I tossed something into the wastebasket, Sophie got up from whatever she was doing and took it out. In 20 minutes the floor was covered in thread and trimmings and scraps. I should have just tossed things on the floor in the first place.
Then, she got into this, which was entirely too much for me.
"Sophie! NO! Drop it!" Or do I say "leave it"? Who knows. She didn't mind me when I said either command.
She was so going to run off with that entire bundle of fabric. And you know what it is don't you?
I ordered an entire bundle of Vicksburg, which arrived yesterday in the mail! Is that not the most wonderful fabric group??? It is going to be cut up into log cabin strips and star blocks for my Raise the Roof quilt, which *I am not starting until I finish Flowers for Clara AND Birdseye*.
I finally gave up. My pesky room mate won this round. I had to stop sewing and go play with her. Does she remind you of anyone? Someone who looks a lot like her who is staying in Palo Alto during the week?