so then, . . .

I've been sewing for - what, three weeks now? Five comforters finished in this push. Three weeks when I have not touched a broom, dustmop or other implement of floor maintenance. Those of you who live with multiple animals know that if you let it go for a week, the dust mice will evolve to the hunter-gatherer tribal stage. My dust mice have progressed through the agrarian community stage and have formed independent city-states with mutual non-agression pacts. I have watched their caravans progress from corner to under the china hutch, then, with a good draft from an open door, a grand sweep across the floor to the sideboard. The stray threads and flecks of fabric from the sewing have been welcomed and taken in, strengthening the fiber of the communities. Worse, (and this is just gross) one of the cats threw up under a chair, where I couldn't see it, and it wasn't till I moved the chair yesterday that I even knew about it. Dried cat vomit is really hard to scrape up.

So, with this critical mess threatening to ferment and rise up over my ankles, what do I do?

Sew another quilt of course. I used up the left-overs from the big quilt, piecing the batting and backing the whole thing with a piece of an old sheet. It's only about three feet by four feet - just a crib-size cover,(speaking of feet, you can see my foot at the bottom to give a sense of scale) but I am inordinately pleased with the pattern. I made it up. I love how those diagonal seams show up so well.

And yes, when I was done with the quilt, I swept and mopped all the floors.