Friday, January 26, 2018
Monday, January 22, 2018
It warmed up today 50°F and the ice is gone!
The life of Bobby! He's now back in bed, under the covers with 3 or 4 milk bones, since he is a cookie hoarder. When I go to bed at night he is already in bed waiting for me with a cookie under his leg. He always gives me a low growl telling me not to eat his treat. Silly dog. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and there is a bone tucked under my arm. The title of my new autobiography should be Sleeps with Milk Bones. Or it may be the sub title of the autobiography I was going to write titled If It's Not One Thing, It's Your Mother.
I've been too busy quilting to write it. After thinking I would not make another big quilt I started and finished Waiting for the Call, which was big. I now have an even bigger one on the design board titled a Kitchen Conversation.
Saturday, January 6, 2018
Finished! I need a better photo, but finished. New fabric on the way from N. Carolina. Right now we are in the deep freeze with a promise to warm up this coming week. Yesterday I resorted to walking through my house for twenty minutes. I need to move more and eat less. The eating is boredom. I hate to be between projects.
The little man has better ways to spend his cold days.
This is what happens when laundry day rolls around and he wants to climb in a warm bed. Then he circles the bed when I put the sheets on, he's thinking; Yay, they're still warm from the drier! He makes me laugh, he is a real face licker and snuggler.