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Sunday,
January 2, 2005
Quilting and writing (in my head, at least)
While Lyndon sweated, strained and behaved in a very manful fashion to haul crap out of his office (and was rewarded with New York Stawberry Cheesecake ice cream for all his hard word), I worked on the wall quilt -- no name for it, yet, but I'm sure something will occur to me at some point. I did finish quilting all the inside bits, taking the occasional break to watch various car repair shows on the Discovery Channel or SMALLPOX on FX (a faux documentary on a "what if" 2002 smallpox pandemic -- I had no idea that smallpox vaccine wears off after ten years or so, so it's no wonder that it's always been bandied about as an ideal bioweapon).
I still have the borders to do on the quilt -- since they're solid strips of fabric and I'm all out of inspiration, I think I'm going to leaf through some of my quilt magazines and books to see if I can come up with some sort of interesting (and ideally not hugely time-consuming) pattern. I'd really like to have it finished and bound tomorrow so that I can stop feeling guilty about not cleaning this place and clean it.
Yes, I know -- it's a crafter thing, okay?
And now, I must pick up the black and white cat, who has been meowing pitifully all evening because I haven't been willing to hold him all evening. Why me?
And a message to my beloved oldest nephew, the doofus
Sweetie, this was one area where you DIDN'T have to follow in your family's footsteps, truly.