Easily Distracted

I really have the best of intentions to make a big dent in my UFO list this year. But as we all know some times we have to stop and put something a little more important in the list. As I mentioned before a dear friend of my Husband has cancer so I had to stop and start make him a comfort quilt. I am now at my favorite part(NOT) of the quilt. The border! we all know how much I love borders. And to make matters worse this is a pieced border. So while sewing I was daydreaming about other quilts. Unfortunately not one of my UFO's but a a mystery challenge noted below from Judy's site. So I decided to do It. as you can see when I make up my mind a make it up right then. Yep I stopped mid strip to pick out and cut fabric. This used to drive my mother up the wall that I could just stop. So there this poor strip hung while I happily picked out and cut fabric.

Here are the lights that I picked out. I really love these fabrics. These all came from left over fq bundles. I took the remaining fabric and cut it up into 2 inch strips so that I can some day make a quilt from one of my 2 inch strip books.

Here are my darks. Don't love them as much as I love my lights but we will see what happens when it is done. It is just fun to be working on a quilt that doesn't already have a home and I can sew just because I want to.

Now I was a good girl and did finish that poor little strip after I was done and got the border almost all sewed. Now to make the corner stones and get this border on. Oh wait I see Judy has up the next set of directions. Maybe I will have to work on that first.

Squeak Squeak Squeak

As I am in my sewing room(a.k.a. the basement) and I am ironing fabric for a quilt I should not be working on over at Judy's site and listening to a book on tape(Pride and Prejudice) I hear squeak squeak squeak. I start to think I have finally worn my CD out as I have listened to this book numerous times. Pause and yep I still hear Squeak Squeak Squeak. Start to think okay maybe it is the pipes as we have forced hot water. Call for the husband he might as well be good for something. He listens but can't find the noise either. Of course he only looks for a few seconds.

I go back to my ironing but now I have visions of a mouse running across my feet and I don't have on any shoes. So I start to look again and I find it. A teeny tiny little mouse stuck in our ant trap. Scream for the DH! Now if this was a nice healthy mouse I could have taken care of it myself but I can not handle seeing a sick animal of any kind.

And then the fight begins. My husband is as bad as me when it comes to a hurt animal. I tell him he has to take care of it. he tells me I should. I tell him he is the man of the house. This does not happen often but I know I can't take care of this poor little mouse. I give him a bag and shove him down the stairs. Tell him he better make sure the poor mouse doesn't suffer. I did not get a very nice look for that comment.

The mouse is gone. I should get back to the quilt I am sewing on but I think I will throw dinner in the oven and start cutting fabric from my stash I pulled.