I run with needles

Here is yet another craft related injury.  I really should not be allowed to play with sharp things.  I am, in fact, a danger to myself.  As Leanna put it, "We may have to take away your crafting license."  That may have to happen if I continue to stab and maim myself with sewing needles, scissors, and stick pins. 

Country roads, take me home...

The sun setting on a summer night in WVA

A stack of superheroes

2 1/2 inches of fabric squares to be pieced together.

Yesterday I was able to cut 6 1/2" squares from all 9 of the superhero fabrics I have for Jack's birthday quilt.  It took all day, but I was able to get it done.  Now I just have to figure out a layout.

Creature Comforts

Sushi has such a hard life

He has got to be one of the most photogenic cats ever!

The dangers of quilting

While hand sewing the binding to the back of my latest quilt, I put the needle through my fingernail.  It didn't hurt a bit.  It was just really cool.  This quilt has taken a lot out of me.  It is by far the largest one I have done.  It took forever to baste the thing, and even longer to quilt it.  There has been blood and sweat.  No tears, but it's still early.  As I write this, the quilt is in the dryer.  There is always a bit of anxiety when you wash and dry the quilt for the first time.  Fingers crossed it doesn't fall apart.

A visit from Vera

Kristy brought Vera over for a visit today.  It was the first time there had ever been a baby in this house, and the cats were perplexed.  Buddha tried to climb into the carrier while Vera was still inside, and Sushi just didn't know what to make of the situation.