Could Bailey get any closer to the edge of the bed, keep waiting for him to fall off. He knows he's not suppose to lay on the fabric, well, maybe just a tiny bit of it. Never fails that I get a design laid out on the bed, he'll jump in the middle and do a cat dance all over the pieces, and I have to start over.
That's another cross quilt to start. Different shades of muslin and Jim's shirts to start cutting. My neighbors, Iva and Vern had been so kind to Jim and me. When I showed them one of the cross quilts, I could tell they would like to have one. Iva had flown out from Pennsylvania when she heard that Jim had come home on hospice and spent the last two days with him before he passed away, telling him stories about the wildlife, and I knew he heard her, a twinkle came into those beautiful eyes of his. So I'm making them a quilt for one of their beds, have to complete it soon before they leave for the winter.