Sunday, August 30, 2009
Well, I put these down to take a picture of them, and Penny ran through the picture. That's when I noticed that I had the other side of the square-in-a-square to sew on. Geez, no wonder all those triangles were still sitting on my sewing table!
This is Charleston Harbor BOM. As soon as I get those triangles sewn on, it'll be another caught up BOM!
Cooking with gas here!
Oh, speaking of cooking -- Penny did something so strange today. I thought I'd broil a steak in the oven. I turned the oven fan on to pull out the smoke. After about 10 minutes, Penny was practically screaming, and I couldn't find her anywhere. Honestly, she was missing and I was panicking. I looked under and in every conceivable place in the condo. I hadn't opened the door. I was about to call the police, convinced someone had stolen her off the patio. Then I heard a wimpering. She was hiding behind the quilt rack in the living room. I think the sound of the oven fan scared the bejeebers out of her. Scared me, for sure, when I couldn't find her. Penny, Penny, what a chicken-hearted little thing you are!