I'll leave you with a picture of the furkids. They had quite the altercation the other evening. Mimi has some of that orange cat attitude and she'll haul off and smack Timothy just because he's there. Monday night I guess Timothy decided he'd darn well had enough and the next thing I knew I had a cat fight on my hands. I stomped my foot and clapped my hands to break it up and get them far enough apart for me to step into their line of vision. Once they couldn't look directly at each other they settled. It's all part of sorting out the territory.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tapestry Sampler
I got away from school a little earlier than usual tonight, so I had a chance to get a pic of the WIP I told you about in the earlier post. It's called Tapestry Sampler and the chart is copyrighted 1985 by Jill Siegler, I think. I'm sure it's Jill but I can't quite make out the last name. Might be Sieder, might be something else, but I think it's Siegler. Anyway, it's stitched on tan 24 count Congress cloth with DMC 3721, 926, 927, 3045, 3046 and 3047, and Ginnie Thompson Flower Thread 240 (red) and 466 (green). I'll try to get a better picture of the picture; I don't have a scanner and wasn't able to scan it at work. The stitch count is 165 x 204, so it's not a BAP. It just wants to be finished :-)

I'll leave you with a picture of the furkids. They had quite the altercation the other evening. Mimi has some of that orange cat attitude and she'll haul off and smack Timothy just because he's there. Monday night I guess Timothy decided he'd darn well had enough and the next thing I knew I had a cat fight on my hands. I stomped my foot and clapped my hands to break it up and get them far enough apart for me to step into their line of vision. Once they couldn't look directly at each other they settled. It's all part of sorting out the territory.
I'll leave you with a picture of the furkids. They had quite the altercation the other evening. Mimi has some of that orange cat attitude and she'll haul off and smack Timothy just because he's there. Monday night I guess Timothy decided he'd darn well had enough and the next thing I knew I had a cat fight on my hands. I stomped my foot and clapped my hands to break it up and get them far enough apart for me to step into their line of vision. Once they couldn't look directly at each other they settled. It's all part of sorting out the territory.
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