Last week I started attacking the scrap box again. By this morning I had a bunch of small pieces layered, pinned, and ready to quilt. These will become covers for little notebooks. Quite a few little notebooks, in fact.
Which leaves me with two questions. First, why is the scrap box just as full as when I started?
And second, why is my assistant just lying around when there is so much work to be done?
"Mom! Stop fibbing! Tell them the real story."
Okay, okay. The real story is that he kept sitting on my foot that was on the foot pedal. It's not easy to control your speed for free motion quilting that way. I heated up his warmer (a corn-filled pillow), tucked it in a towel, and he took a nice, long nap while I got a little quilting done. Maybe tomorrow I'll curl up on the towel, and he can sew....