I have got to use up some of my fabric. I swear it mates at night and multiplies. Having sewn for 45 years doesn't help, either. My friend, Darlene, joined an online group where members keep track of the yards of fabric that come into the house, the yards used, and year-to-date totals of each. Also projects they want to complete in the year. Everyone reports their weekly figures on Sunday nights. Great! This is the incentive for me. Except you can only join on Jan 1 of each year. Not wanting to wait seven more months to get with the program, I decided I didn't need anybody's website or chart. I made my own and started three weeks ago. So far, I've used 21 yards of fabric, 3.5 yds more than I bought. (On my way to KC this month, my car just took the exit in Columbia that went to Satin Stitches, and I had a 17.5 yard relapse.) Eli's baby quilt is counted, a very cool tote bag that I'll write about when I get it unloaded and take some pictures, and 11 pillowcases at a yard each. Several of these have a mate.
Pretty cool, huh? I've made many pillowcases for gifts, and made us some, too, but I needed to replace all the 15 and 20 year old ones that weren't smelling too good anymore. Unfortunately, I got in too big of a hurry and didn't wash the fabric first. Some of the older fabric, especially the Jinny Beyer's, really shrunk - a lot - when I washed and dried them all yesterday. I should have known better, but, hey, they're pillowcases.
I cut extra pieces, but may not use them, now. If I had a yard of fabric, I could get a case and a cuff from it.
My sewing room was the one non-cat room in my house - until last week. Two of the three adults in the crew of nine from Truxton had bad head colds, but three different antibiotics didn't help. I needed to separate the six kittens from them, but had nowhere to go with them except my sewing room. I knew it was probably too late for quarantine procedures, but it couldn't hurt. I did a quick kitten-proofing of cords and pins and moved them in. In about 3 seconds they were exploring and getting into everything. And loving every minute.
This is Mittens, the polydactyl kitten. He has an extra toe on each paw, like Ernest Hemingway's cats in Key West, FL. And don't think for a minute that he doesn't know he's cuter and more special than the others. He's even showing you first his left paw, then his right paw. The back feet each have an extra toe, too. He's going to be a hard one to give up.
Ranger resting on my floor fan base.
Velvet, Ebony and Patches are the only girls.
Smokey and Prince didn't get neutered in time and Velvet is pregnant, again. More kittens in about 3-4 weeks.
It's very difficult to take a picture of a cat and have their eyes not glow like something from a Stephen King movie.