Sewing was at my house on Friday. Jan had been to the Sydney Quilt show and brought some gorgeous bits and pieces for show and tell.
Sue-Anne had been to A Patch of Country in Wangaratta and spied this on sale. Sorry, the photo is a bit of a tease. I think its single bed size. I wasn't paying too much attention as I was busy thinking about how soon I could make a trip to Wang on the hunt for a similar bargain. Would it have been impolite to tell the girls there was salad in the fridge and help yourself to lunch, 'I'm off to Wang'!
The pattern is 'Brick Garden' from the book Daylily Days by Need'l Love. Sue-Anne loved this quilt when she first saw it and purchased the book and fabrics to make it.
If your anything like me you'll have a list a mile long of quilts you'd love to make and own one day. Here's a way of achieving it, if only we can be as lucky as Sue-Anne.
Now I'm not the only one who enjoys sewing at home. Azzy loves having visitors especially if they're coming for lunch. The performance he puts on would lead you to believe he hasn't been fed in a month. He cannot control himself when it comes to food. And it doesn't have to be 'food' food. Fabric, tissues, paper, I even caught him eating some spilt potting mix the other day.
I've come to the conclusion he needs more supervision than a toddler. The moment we realise we haven't seen or heard him in awhile, we start looking. Experience tells us he's usually doing something he shouldn't be. Like the time he jumped up on a bed and gobbled down two packets of throat lozengers, wrapping and all. The label carried the warning an adult should consume no more than one packet in 24 hours. He'd eaten two in less than 15 minutes. I find it difficult enough to consume one lozenger they taste so awful. Perhaps they taste better with the wrapping on! We didn't know if we should ring the vet or just wait and see. We opted for the latter and he showed no ill effects from this impromptu snack.
Here he is trying to get my attention as I work away on the computer. Looking at him who'd think he'd have such bizarre eating habits. Now I would like to point out that we don't deliberately leave 'food' lying around within his reach. He has an uncanny ability to locate unusual snacks. An unzippered handbag is a picnic hamper, my basket of fabrics a smorgasboard and the soles of Bec's workshoes (from the bakery) a tasty treat.
For the moment, he's on the couch, sound asleep and staying out of trouble.