We are all so glad that Momcat decided to return home a couple of days early from her vacation. She started feeling guilty about leaving Philip and me to take care of everyone else. You can see by this picture that we were not happy campers while she was gone.
She's told me a little bit about her trip, but mostly today she's been cleaning and unpacking. Momcat did say that French Lick is a lovely, quiet spot to visit, especially if you're not into the casino or bar scene. She and Jill stayed on a hill above the casino resort, but you'd never know there was traffic below. Every morning she took her coffee out to her private, wooded deck and listened to the birds.
She and Jill were lucky enough to be visited by a raccoon. And Jill had a chance to see a red fox in its natural habitat. Not to mention the ginormous crunchy beetle in the condo who wanted to inspect the thread. Man, I wish I had been there for that. A living plaything is always a blessing.
There will be more posts to come, with pictures. As for now, she does have one sample she completed for the shop.
This is called "Sweet Dreams." I love it even though I didn't get a chance to give it my quality control stamp of approval.
The other two store samples are still in progress, and nothing was done about her personal UFOs.
On the other hand, in an upcoming post you'll get to hear more about shopping trips to quilt stores and Amish country.
Here's Maggie's reaction to Momcat's vacation. She's trying in vain to pull off the luggage tag in the futile hope that Momcat will never, ever leave us again. And yet she hedged her bet by making sure that her bone was put in the suitcase on the off-chance that she'll be able to come along on the next trip. Ha! You'll soon learn, Dawg.
Taking a nap with my Momcat on the sofa. Do not disturb us,
11 months ago