Saturday, May 7

Cats and Dogs

I went to sewing on Thursday night, even though I didn’t really feel like it. But once I get there I’m fine – it’s just motivating myself enough to get out of the house in the first place. This group is not strictly a quilting group – more like a sewing/craft group that meets once a week. They celebrate everyone’s birthday, even though I have been a real slacker and not been very often this semester. Here are the flowers they gave me:

The cats, because they don’t go outside, are obsessed with plant material when it enters the house. I bring in grass for them to play with, and they fish for things out of the bird cage (millet sprays) so I knew that a floral arrangement would draw immediate interest. I was right. I put this on top of the TV cabinet – where they never go any other time – and found a cat sitting next to it the next morning. And evidence of mauling leaves in the kitchen.

We’re dog sitting this weekend. It is taking all four of us to look after one little dog.

This is Zack – the biggest miniature poodle in the world. Nicholas is enjoying having a dog in house – although I think the novelty wore off a bit when he had to let Zack outside at 4.30am. The cats are unimpressed with the interloper. We’ll have to bath Zack before his mother comes to collect him – muddy yard +white dog = grubby mess. He’s allowed downstairs with the boys, but we’re not letting him in the house. I brought him into the front yard with me when I was gardening this morning, because he was crying. No sooner had I turned my back than he was making an escape under the front gate. He took off up the street, with me in pursuit. He does not come when called, so I had to run – uphill – after him. I am too old (and unfit) for this crap. I had to carry him back. I left him in the back yard after that.

Until recently, I’d always had dogs. My dog Daisy died last year at the age of 16. Someone around here has a little dog that yaps and it sounds just like her – even now I’ll hear it and think it’s Daisy. Here she is in her Santa hat. She wouldn’t wear the little vest though. Her eyesight was pretty bad by this stage – every photo I took of her shows the white reflection in her eyes. In the end I had to take her to the vet –she stopped eating and drinking so I knew it was the end. It was still horrible. I have her ashes in an urn – not because I am really sentimental, but because we were in the middle of moving house at the time. I couldn’t bury her in the yard and leave her there, and we had no access to the new property either. God I’m sappy. Ignore me. (And I have the ashes of my other dog, Lucy, too.)

Change of topic

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At the guild meeting next week we are having a picnic. The day meeting will be at Rosewood – miles away, I can’t go anyway. For the night meeting, we are bringing food and recipes, I have to bring something sweet. Still thinking about that. Any suggestions?

As well as the food component of the evening, we have been asked to bring a dog of a quilt, so we can all snicker at each other and feel superior. I’m taking this:

I made this in 1990 (to the best of my recollection – I know Nicholas was a baby and not walking). Cardboard templates, cut with scissors, and no idea of what a ¼ inch seam looked like. It’s a miracle that it went together at all. I didn’t know about binding either, so I decided to sew the back on and turn it right side out. Hey!!! I think I invented the escape hatch finish! I am a genius, years ahead of my time!!

Anyhoo, as you can see, I ran out of enthusiasm and never really finished it, and it has never been used. Not even for the dog’s bed. I think I might let the cats sleep on it. They love quilts.

Let the snickering begin.


  • Hey, Zack looks a lot like my Constance! Good on you for showing your first quilt - why is it we all choose incredibly HARD patterns to do first?

    Keep it though, as a reminder of how far you've come!

    And happy belate brithday, what nice flowers they were from the stitchers.

    By Blogger Caitlin, at 11:12 PM  

  • Pretty quilt!

    By Blogger Maggie Ann, at 7:56 AM  

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