I noticed that there is a little conflict brewing among the furry co-workers. I call it Chair Wars. There is a chair next to the table I use in the home office that was a gift from my mom. While I work away at my computer, I often glance over to enjoy the sight of a furry cutie lounging nearby. Like this…

Or this..

Slowly, it dawned on me that whichever cat claimed the chair first would “camp” there for the day…the winner of Chair Wars.
Then, one day, this happened..




At this point, I truly believed we had reached some new level of brotherly kitty love. I stepped away for a moment and came back to this…

I’ve also discovered that if I leave my own chair within a 30 minute window of quitting time, I return to this..

I’d love to say he’s trying to help with my work/life balance but I’m pretty sure he’s motivated by wanting to go out on his leash. I tell him often during the day that I can’t go out now, I’m working! I finish about four days of every five working on a stool… he’s too cute to move!
So, in actual fabric news, I took my fabric storage from this

To this

The actual impetus was cat-related…Winnie had gone MIA in retaliation for a trip to the vet (she’s fine, thanks.) I thought she was hiding in the storage area upstairs but instead she had donned her invisibility cloak and hidden in my bedroom. I’m working on a couple of commission pieces right now and found some fun soon-to-be scrub cap fabrics in the cleaning up. My current count is 51caps and 79 face masks. With Oregon requiring then now, I need to get a few more done.
The last few weeks were rough. Father’s Day followed the next week by our anniversary and then the 4th of July. By a combination of work schedules and migraines, and the ever-present Covid, I hung out with the fur for the day after a trip to the farmers market for flowers for Phil and a visit to his grave. Turns out that Max is totally not bothered by fireworks.
We walked for nearly an hour enjoying the sparkle of the neighborhood and remembering better days.

Today, I started on a garden project. More on that next time. According to my tomatoes, I may not have a black thumb after all!
Happy quilting!
Beth











































































